The surface of the water

shivers

as the breeze brushes the glassy top

it's hard to tell if it's the floor

or the ceiling.

Trapped beneath the glassy roof

or dancing upon the clear floor

I wonder if I can see the soles of the shoes

of the ones above

High above the world

While I sit here

Alone

By myself

With no one but myself for company

No water drips down

Not even a drop

Light does not pierce

the shadowy depths of the pond

I glance up and see the broad leaves

of the lotus plant

I shed a tear, a glass bead

It sinks to the muddy bottom

with a glimmer of hope

Smothered by heavy doubt