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 through 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.