We are stoic--
and stagnant—overseers at the bottom
of the pond. We are guardians
of the leaves and exploding star flowers that one day rise to the top
Storms never unearth us. The animals
swim and eat among us.
We stare as a pad breaks the water
—it shatters the reflective ceiling.
Becoming the buoy. The lily pad explodes; petals aim at the sky and leaves.
The stem remains hooked below. Between us rocks
in the water where we sit among the lily pads.
Emily Walling’s work can be found in journals such as The Gateway Review, Apeiron Review, The Caribbean Writer, Cactus Heart, and upcoming in The MacGuffin and Riding Light Review. Her creative work is about the physical, emotional, and psychological connections people have with nature. She graduated from Bowling Green State University with a bachelor’s degree in journalism and continues to work in higher education.