Pond (Poetry)

I am much more than water
rain and dew —
I cradle things aquatic
passing through —
the living — grey and ghostly —
mostly small —
the shy and shadow-seeking
shapes that crawl
float around or slither
at my edge —
I offer shelter and a
rough-made bed.

I am their refuge — habitat —
at home
to tiny creatures nameless
and unknown —
I nurture and support
a host of guests
you’ll never see at this
discreet address.