timeless zone

Timeless Zones.

The valley where I used to live was timeless
it had no mirrors except for the still water in
the village pond, young milk maids used to
walk into it, waist deep, till the pond showed
them what they wanted to see; back on land
they married one of the men who lurked around
Alas, there were instances when there wasn’t
anyone around, no matter how many times
a poor milkmaid waded into, the often icy,
water, but no one called her spinster, instead
she became the shaman of the vale. Sadly to
say a road was built, they called it progress,
traders came with watches and, mirrors, and
I left searching for another impossible dream.