Just beyond the bridge
slip into the current
and be carried, bobbing
gently, into the quiet.
Stripped of time's obligations,
you enter a new world,
a place where you have no
authority. You can observe only,
and you will be observed.
A frog's plop announces
you are in frog land now.
A floating congregation
of mallards up ahead
is speaking in tongues.
You round a bend,
the water widens,
and you slow
drift into a dream
of sun and silence.
You pass the remnants
of a farm long gone
and wonder how and why.
High overhead a heron
alights on an oak, waits
till you approach, then,
with what seems to you
contempt, takes its
lazy leave and puts
you far behind.
And so the day passes.
You have accomplished nothing.
Congratulations.
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