
the floating leaf
chooses its path around
the island
by not choosing a path
around the island.

the floating leaf
chooses its path around
the island
by not choosing a path
around the island.

tall grass sways
beside the serene river
one warm Fall day.

boats rise & roll
with constant motion; as
gentle waves lap ashore.

I stare at the flowing river, and, for a moment, it seems still, as the world whips into a wild ride of vertigo, leading me to question all I believe about the still & the moving. Everything that's still is spinning, orbiting, and expanding Everyone who's still is a seven-jetted space monkey on a rocket ride.