Algae

Here's a poem:

Algae

by CA Craig

This is-

simultaneously-

both/and

a poem and a story.

This is the discovery of algae 

fresh 

on a pond.

This is wondering into the wetlands,

finding a heron

who lifts off at once.

This is the blue 

underwing

of the mallard’s

journey.

Yet this is also

the self-discovery

of something beautiful within.

Something, was it unnoticed?

Ignored? Purposefully hidden?

Deceitfully disguised?

By me? By the world?

By someone I was supposed to trust?