The Stream
Through water
the same unfolding, narrowed to fragments where attention met water.
The surface looked familiar.
The rain never falls on the same lake twice.
The water was still carrying yesterday's weather.
The lake held the colour of rain before the rain arrived.
The rain
The lake did not ask for preference. It simply received whatever arrived.
The water temperature had fallen again.
Some places are remembered by the body before the mind.
There is little room for abstraction in cold water.
The cold asks for full attention.