I don’t know

We watched the water change.

No sun to set, but gray and russet

tones darkened, something less than wind

ruffled the water, pleating the reflections,

bringing the lighter and the darker

lines across the surface

I don’t know where to put this,

you said. I don’t know where 

to put anything,

not here, not anywhere.

I don’t know why I’m crying.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 3, 2020