Quiet

(Matthew’s Beach, half past noon)

My mind is quiet,

As quiet as this water

with its slow undulation

and its quicker shimmers,

As quiet as the glide

of goose families on the lake,

Open to sky reflection

and the darker view

(underside of ripples)

of refracted colors

from the bottom, from the shore

My mind is quiet,

and the gentle, ruffling breezes

that rise from time to time

and stir up little waves along the shore

Are as patient and as aimless

as the fluff of cottonwoods

drifting and resting,

and the shafts of rippled sun,

Oblivious to all the local chatter

and the drone of distant boats

Quiet as the depth of

no need for decisions

as the day flows along

its broad and open course.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 22, 2014