“With the boot removed, the leg and the man attached, is also gone. All that remains in the clearing is the teenager in the pond. His arms are drifting forwards, curving towards meeting as if in prayer, nudged along by the internal rhythm of the pond. The muck is settling, the water clearing.His name was Daniel.”
“Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams — they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do — they all contain truths”
“Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water”
“But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.”
“Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.”
“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”