Crystal

In the amber of the lake,
Cutting through the weeds,
Wrist lolling in the wake,
We boated in the reeds

At ten past two,
Beneath the crystal that protects,
Supposedly, the dial from dew,
From the accumulated specks,

The transient mist
That coats the Timex case,
Then migrates with a twist
Magically to the watch’s face,

A condensation
That, no matter what we said,
Grew and dropped inside
And stopped time dead,

Making of our random ride
A timeless one instead.

December 28th and 29th, 2021
Kaiholu