Reflections

The boat casts its reflection
In the gently rippling water
The relaxed feel invites inspection
Of this Monet-type picture sorter.

The reflection alone would surely confuse
Even a master art critic of renown
But the wonder it paints does certainly infuse
The viewer with no reason to frown.

And as the seconds pass the picture changes
And remakes itself time and again
I sit here impressed as it goes through its ranges
All of them different and never the same.

I feel as though Monet were painting for me
My own personal experience of reflection
He’s revealing the things that I see
And presenting my own watery collection.

(c) 2007, Neil Gardner