I went and stood by the fishpond.

I was thinking about a text I had been reading

about Stillness.

I thought about the fishermen.

They don’t like us disturbing their fish.

The surface of the pond was like a dark mirror,

Reflecting the farmhouse, clouds and trees.

Some time went by.

A single rainbow trout caught my attention.

Drifting aimlessly.

I began to drift too,

then suddenly noticed

that there were many other fish in the pond.

It was teeming with them.

After a while,

I was disturbed by a wave,

rippling across the surface of the water.

A bird had swept down to scoop up an insect.

I watched the bird rise

To settle on the swaying branch of a tree.

Matt Gothill