He come to rest at a flicker of sunlight
And spoke:

"As I look into this brook
water trickles down
Upon my face in reflection
I come across a frown"

"Whilst I sit back
stare into black
Oh how I ponder"

"In deep reflection
I see myself...
or rather,
An illusion of myself
that can be rippled
& distorted
and rained upon
It can be the depression of a muggy day
or the clarity of gleaming sunlight, crystal clear
It varies day to day, hour to hour
constantly changing the same...."