Loose Watershed

Original impressionist artwork and whimsical poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025 as I experiment with this style of painting

Light dancing on the water is a fleeting illusion 

The setting sun goes down in a colourful infusion

Is that black cloud an omen of a thunderstorm?

Or just a harmless, forgotten submerged landform??

And what of those ripples? A grebe taking flight…

Or just a child skipping stones in sheer delight!

All or none of the above, 'tis but an illusory instance

All in your head, blink, and it's gone from existence