Two toes push down into icy water
Reflecting shins, thighs, shoulders a holy daughter
Looks down at the visage and sees
An image hovering faultily
Above the supports buried in earth
She looks down at her body to see
That she can't see herself anymore
The specious surface distorts what she never explored
She wades deeper to find
That as the liquid knives
Pierce farther up
The reflection
Grows smaller
And less
Significant
With every
searching
drag
along
her base
Until around her face
Her hair floats up
Reflected no more
And life continues, away from the shore.