A perfect mirror –
Quivering glass…
Shields a foreign world.
         The water waits.
A single slice
Breaks the image;
Cuts the ice in two.
          The line is cast.
Still, be still –
Resume your calm.
Return to depthless blue.
            Patience.
A flinch –
An illusion?
A ripple snaps away.
        A bite – or imagination?
A desperate eruption,
Snarling for freedom –
Writhe with serpentine strength.
        The battle begins.
The blue turns black
As the veil is torn;
Swiftly slashed to shards.
        Reeling in.
Glimmers of silver –
A thunderous splash;
The schism is complete.
        Caught.
Shift and breathe,
Assuage the mirror.
The bounty’s been received.
         The water waits for more.