Deep Pond

by Tim Young

I was looking in the deep pond

When I saw something wiggle.

And it wasn't the water.

It wasn't the silly breeze,

Playing in the cattails.

It wasn't the sun sparkling

Or the dog of the neighbor


When I saw something

In the water

I knew what it was.

I knew the spirit

Did swim through the

Wiggle and brush my cheek.

I wasn't afraid

But my heart stopped

For at least a minute.

But my blood was

Not lazy.

Still it jumped and

Then returned to pump

My spirit higher and


Water spirit,

My spirit,

Dance with me

All night long

By the fires

Big and strong

Until we splash 

With the spirit

Of a new day's