Still-Life Water Lilies
On placid waters of the reflecting pool,
petals fully open as in a gesture of silent
imploring, surrounded by a world
of shimmering reflections.
Small red carp feed on tiny insects
then disappear below, leaving ever
widening circles that skim
and intersect each other.
Steeped in prayful trance, seemingly
undisturbed by abrasive sounds
of nearby traffic or the vulgar language
of boys on noisy skateboards,
the afternoon slants towards evening,
and each lily begins to close like a clenched fist
holding some moment of the day
as the pool slowly drinks in the afternoon,
each lily adrift in the silence of its meditation.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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