surface tension

a bird might have drown in it,
	beaten wings, quivering.

the black water
	of a shallow fish pond
		reflects the silence.

opaque
	like a pudding,
		sluggish as soup;

... I am drifting
	breathless
		like a bubble,

waiting - waiting,
	lying so still,
		trying to conceal

a deeper spot,
	an undercurrent within.
		like a jellyfish-

hidden in a storm,
	floating tautly,
		drifting inward.