Face in the Water

It spoke to me now and then

There was a face in the water

who spoke to me from time to time

with words weighted as a father.

A voice just like mine.

He told me things no moral man would say —

truths that only the fool would hear.

But there is no “truth”, not objectively anyway,

just a thousand lies built from a single fear.

Naturally, I am both fool and fooler,

drinking every drop of that familiar voice.

If my thoughts had rule, he was ruler.

“Truth” was: I hadn’t a choice.

There was a face in the water —

I still see him from time to time,

but his lies no more make me falter.

His voice cannot speak for mine.

If you’d like to read more of my poetry, consider checking out That Time That I Saw A Wolf.