52W13 week34 - Tannic Glass

Broken down and ground to burning dust
between the what we perceive as now,
and what we knew as once was.
Held in dark suspension,
little more than a glowing shroud
embers left to carry on
and extinguish in the night.
Surface skimming, floating along
reflected off tannic glass,
misrepresented reflections
never seem to last.



Photo is of the moon and clouds reflecting off the surface of tannin soaked waters in an inlet near my house.