A mile from the house is a pond
no one knows
because I made it.
I found the soft spot-
a hidden spring behind a tower of earth.
My shovel chinked the ground until a drizzle
of cold water bled out and the cave gave way.
Like birthing a hidden soul
I plunged my hands into the cavity
until water poured as a mortal wound.
The biggest, muddiest crayfish appeared-
I marveled at his unmarked ancient body.
I submerged myself in the mucky goo of the underworld and was finally satisfied-
I was unrecognizable and filled with thrill.
Peonies, lilies, goldfish
they all made their homes
in the pond in the woods
that will one day flow again
Look for the peonies.