I sit on the dock.
Toes delicately dangling
into the darkening waters
as the sun begins to light up the sky.
The clouds reflect back
down onto the surface.
Smooth as glass, it sparkles.
A miles long mirror,
framed in trees,
showing a perfect copy
of the sky above.
The water itself
isn’t stationary.
It ebbs and flows.
But from afar
it gleams,
the perfect picture.
The world folded
on its axis as
the sun begins to set.
The camera propped
upon my shoe
captures colors
out of focus.
It reads purple
as pink.
And yellow
as white.
But it will have
to be enough
to remember it by
when I leave.
With only my memory,
and an off color capture,
to remind me of the beauty
when darkness falls
