Puddleworld

It wasn’t very light
As I walked home
With my school books.
But there was enough bright cloud
For me to see the puddle.
And something moved in it —
A big thing there inside it.
Strange that it was dark
And it was light.
And it was deep enough
For me to see a tree
Upside down in its world.

I stood away from the edge
In case I should fall in,
Scared because I was underneath
The tree and face
That looked back at me.
It was a boy,
With too dim a face for me
To know him.

And then I saw it —
A bird floating
Deep down in that
Up place of the puddleworld.
And the bird flew away –
With my breath.

Copyright ©2004 Tony Crisp