Reflections on water
Blog Post
I opened my email this morning and found this poem from Judy Sorum Brown. I thought it was a perfect accompaniment to her, Being Baffled, reflection yesterday. Though I had to laugh to think of juxtaposing the clarity of a puddle with the bafflement of a stream.
Even in a puddle you can see the sky
Even in a puddle
You can see the sky.
It doesn't take a mirrored lake
Or perfect stream—
The beauty of the world
Is waiting to peek
Back at you—
The smallest puddle
on the asphalt
That you pass by
On your walk,
Contains the image
Of the sky, the trees
The world. All yours.
— Judy Brown, August 13, 2020
Many thanks to poet and friend, Judy Brown, for sharing her poem. For more of Judy’s poetry and reflections see, There is a path, Being Baffled, and Dennis Huffman’s reflection on her poem, “Wooden Boats.”