The Wood Between the Worlds

In a wood between the worlds, kneeling silent at a poolside
The motionless and silent water gives me back my own reflection
My own reflection.
Hundreds are these tiny pools
Scattered through the silent wood--
Every surface calm, unbroken
Every surface calm, unbroken
Each a single word unspoken--names of worlds without number
The wood between them, never of them.

How I came or where I'm going, long it's been since I've remembered
A placid and sublime contentment holds me here beside the water
Beside the water.
Though each pool a world holds
Though one of them might be my home--
Still the silence holds me dreaming
Still the silence holds me dreaming
Every mirrored surface gleaming with its promises unspoken
Never tested--still unbroken.