By Still Water
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.