The Borrow Pond

I imagine I carried this borrow pond with me for a week 

or month buried deep in my right pocket crumbled marked 

up with a word or two mostly borrowed I worried a bit

about its future until I forgot about it

like so many things lately it seemed real until it didn't

edged by reeds leaning maples green winter wheat and road

maybe I dreamed it in Japanese with it's still silvery shimmer a lick

of wind splitting evenly half tree half cloud dark and light and 

yes resting geese I go round and round looking for its soul 

wanting to speak to it in my native tongue

I am uncertain about the whole soul thing but 

consider it a worthy search nonetheless

and think about ginsburg playing 

with ants and thank him from

the bottom of my 

soul

JPPestana

The Borrow Pond

2.9.2022