puddle

If you're stuck in a puddle, it means there's higher ground all around you, you just have to step onto it.

....the perfect beauty of the pattern that each raindrop makes as it joins its puddle.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?

Edinburgh is a comfortable puddle for a novelist.

This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in _ an interesting hole I find myself in _ fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my troth, for our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul