No reed did I find shaking in the wind
only stillness beside still waters
no bells did chime throughout the morning air-
no bells...without or within.

Motionless and in awe did I observe
the simplicity of this most unusual day
each blade of grass content to dress the gentle curve
of a placid lake that sleeps this tepid May.

No strings danced from the tails of kites
to break up the monotonous hue of the sky
nor songs of birds did echo from the boughs
of mighty trees that stand guard up ahead.

Instead- there was peace

the deep quiet that courses through veins
no distractions were there for me to lease
no movement, no motion, no rains.