Imposter Syndrome

My thoughts
skip across the surface of
a densely overgrown pond,
then vanish – plop! –
beneath the surface
as ripples flee the scene.

Your thoughts
search the shadowed depths of
ancient wells, then reemerge
glistening with brilliance and
shedding droplets of sagacity
to quench the thirsts of all who imbibe.

I think
if I ever came across one of these
wells of wisdom, I’d likely 
stumble right in and be lost
forever, a speck of irrelevance 
in a pool of adults.

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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