Dwelling in the Pool of Uncertainty -Aesthetic Poem-

 The Pool of Uncertainty

looms large, dark, and deep

no end in sight, currents strong, running in the depths below

not knowing what lies ahead for me

I stare intensely into this mythical Pool

I see distant scenes of futures untold for me,

misty against the barely still panes of water-glass

I can see a slight undertone into my future

and then

it swishes and sloshes

changing in an instant

I gather no comfort from this Pool,

only more anxious and scared than before

"Don't go searching for your future to be told"

my wise mother always said

knowing it would only bring unsettling times

I turn from the Pool of Uncertainty

and it ripples and murmurs in beckoning repose

a subtle begging for me to sit by it again

bring it some company

"No, you make me fearful of what's to come"

I respond, annoyed and tired from concentrating into it's dark and shifting waters

the water shimmers and a distant glow brightens deep within it

I draw closer, yet again, enchanted

but then

my mother's words scream against my ear, 

brought by the wind

and I know it's her last warning

so with a sigh I turn with a final movement and forever leave this 

Pool of Uncertainty.