Stillness: a mountain lake’s
Sudden surface sheen: no wind—
A minnow apparent.The whole lake seems to pause.
Stillness in a city street, early
Morning. No traffic, tram, or shout.
You’re out and about, street surface
Wet and cool from rain. Now a man
Rolls up the metal barrier to his shop,
Gutting the poise with jagged noise.
Unsought stillness in your mind:
How rare. You sit amidst office
Busy-ness or stand away
A moment from manual labor. You
Stare, aware of nothing in particular
Beyond the stillness,
And the whole ongoing shock of
Voices, machines, and stress
Of survival-urge and toil evaporates
From your attention—until...
Until a brute gust
Cross-cuts the top of the lake
With surface tension,
And everything begins again.
