By Still Water

by revbillcook

Midday,  stillness settles above the pond.

No breeze stirs the tall grass, dragon flies

Flit and hover above the water Lilies.

I breathe the perfumed stillness of the pond.

An older couple slowly walks along

the water’s edge. They do not notice me.

I am a shadow, someone no one sees.

I do not move, nor do I make a sound.

They approach the edge of the dark water.

The woman bends to touch the pond.  Unmoved

Spottled  Koi  drift close to her. She removes

her shoes and steps into the water.

From far trees a single bird cries

a piercing cry and startled flies away.

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