For any true reflection, we need stillness.
The water calms and the image clears.
The mind calms and the thoughts clear.
But we need the wind, waves, raindrops
and disturbances to know what stillness means.
Church bells on this late July afternoon
when I stop the lawn mower engine.
The grass is August-dry, yellow-green and bored
with growing, and the katydids stop singing.
As it was in the beginning, now.