I went and stood by the fishpond.
I was thinking about a text I had been reading
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.
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.