Reflection

I am as if
a shimmer in a lake,
rippling away from the edges;
gently, quietly,
in concentric circles.
Sunlight fading the arcs
when the wind highlights
those at the far reaches.

Few notice.
Do they think the water is like glass?
Only see their own reflections?
Too busy to hear the silence,
to not plumb the depths?
Deep down in the murky bottom
is where I howl and cry.

There, only the occasional
sound wave clouds the
view to the surface:
cool green tunnels running
to a distant yellow sky
beyond leafy shores.