You stand there,
clear as river glass,
yet I cannot see through you.

Light moves across your surface,
breaks into pieces,
scatters on the floor
like something once whole.

You say nothing is hidden,
but even the clearest water
holds its secrets
in the way it bends the world
beneath.

I reach toward you-
my hand passes through
nothing,
and still
I feel the weight
of everything
you do not say.