TO THE GREAT POND

For three days I looked
for you in the same
spot—let
my boots fill up, let
the wind turn me
from shore, let
my back get sore,
my pockets be empty,
remembered how my shadow
moves, here, how sound
carries over
this pond, how
the pink jellies pulse, how
I pulse, saw
everything a mirror.
And when
I, finally, picked you
up, all I saw
was all of us.