Valparaiso Poetry Review, "What Stillness"

What Stillness

Lily pads ripple in summer breeze,

as if they bloomed for me,

revelation-white clouds float

through a divine blue sky.

No human voices break

the stillness of this hilltop pond

where I come to forget

the foolishness of homo sapiens—

where a trout leaps from the lake,

splashes shining down,

opening a glimpse into

the world below the surface.

My dog, wet from her swim

between the visible and hidden,

shakes dots of sparkling light

from her dark coat,

forming a watery aura.

What sunlight does to water,

stillness does to us.