Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

My Pond

There's a pond out by my old middle school, and nobody but me knows where to find it. I suspect that it's on someone's private property, but I've been going there all these years.

I tell the pond a secret, and a new koi fish appears. I remember some of the confessions I shared with the pond, and I can even remember which secrets go with which koi for one or two of them with especially memorable markings.

Some of the secrets seem trivial now -- the kind of things that mortify adolescents and amuse adults.

Some of the secrets are just as embarrassing today -- little flaws and mistakes I hope no one notices.

Some of the secrets have gotten more shameful over time -- moral lapses I'd never make today, harsh words for kind friends, times when I hurt someone out of clumsiness I've learned my way past.

I went back there again today, and there were so many koi in the pond, far more than I ever remember. I don't know if someone else has found my confession-pool, or maybe the legitimate property owners added more fish, or maybe I've had more secrets over time that I had realized.

It's comforting to know that everything I ever was still remains, even if it's in piscine form.

And I always bring pieces of bread to throw to the fish. They get all excited when I come back. We remember each other.
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