The Water Man

Is it me?

That is all I can ask

As I stare at the water;

At the image reflected…

Is it me?

The Water Man, his

Hair tangled like weeds,

Hard face wet with tears…

Is it me?

His eyes, dark with grief,

Two soul-searing shards

The color of ice…

Is it me?

I touch the phantasm,

Watch ripples distort it;

As I move, so does he…


It is me.

It is Saavedro.