There was a lilypad
pushed by ripples
to rub up against the next,
opening like a baby’s mouth
to gawp against its neighbour.
I watched the green
look like it was eating its brother
but each soft undulation
left both unharmed.
There was a rain falling
so gently
it left no splashes on the lake,
reminding my body
of being watered.
Flowers in full bloom
on the surface,
other leaves suspended below,
upheld by water
and me and this damp page
receiving gratefully.