of stepping

into a silent man made pool.

The trembling flatness of the surface

matches well the squareness of the sides.

I wonder if it could be

a creature.

I wonder if 

it could 

rise up and take a shape

and stretch and yawn,

and stalk away with giant strides

its footsteps white with dried chlorine

it shed on route

to water a parched corner

by a windswept petrol station.