Leave Well Enough Alone.

A little girl upon her knees
stared at the puddle pool
that wasn't there that morning
on the penance path to school.
Dipped her child hand in the sculpted
saucer in the lane,
scooped the life from the puddles heart
then dropped it back again.
and watched the bending ripple
that gathered round the drop,
and cupped the saucers random rim
to make the motion stop.
But the mirror shivered in fear
and the girl in her dismay
stomped and scattered the helpless pool
skip started home away.
But I wonder did she learn the lesson
of this messenger from the skies,
that the pool of rain was the liquid pain
that streams from her mothers eyes.