Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head…

The lake in the mirror
a faraway place
dark around the edges
quiet, but no balm to the system
empty of something vital
separate from reality

Spaces red
spaces blue
spaces aground
beneath dirt mounds
from long ago
brush strokes from now

Deep in the details
of the photograph
questions about the outcome
new layers for exploration
of a different sort
no mirrors in sight

(26 May 2016)