The Water Man
Is it me?
That is all I can ask
As I stare at the water;
At the image reflected…
Is it me?
The Water Man, his
Hair tangled like weeds,
Hard face wet with tears…
Is it me?
His eyes, dark with grief,
Two soul-searing shards
The color of ice…
Is it me?
I touch the phantasm,
Watch ripples distort it;
As I move, so does he…
Yes.
It is me.
It is Saavedro.