FLOWING

© 2011 Howard McQueen

On the bridge,

just before dusk.

Not a cloud in the sky.

The river flows slowly,

its surface smooth as glass.

Surprisingly, there is the appearance of

ultra-fine rain dimpling the surface.

Hmmm.

Down at water’s edge is evidence:

a vast civilization of mobilized water bugs,

their staccato movements of propulsion

ever-so-slightly dimpling the surface.

A procession of impressions

flow across the surface of our awareness.

Memories, like minnows, are drawn to the surface.

Deeper below, darkness-dwelling creatures

are awakened by all the stirring.

We are hard wired into the interface with the phenomena of experience.

Breathe deeply.

All phenomena will pass,

so long as we too

remain flowing.

~~~

Enhanced by a bit of ghost coaching from Heart McQueen.