The Poetry of Stillness

The Poetry of Stillness

Reflective, seemingly placid waters
are actually on the move.
A natural glide whenever, wherever
there is a slope, however slight.
Motion caused by that downhill flow,
temperature fluctuations,
underground springs,
gentle breezes,
fish swimming,
or even a human paddling
is always present.
The hush of a sunset,

hope of a sunrise,
pull of the moon,

lull of the wind
without movement would not be.
Like the subtle drip of icicles
on a muted morning
after a spring storm,
there are times
 when all seems paused.

There’s a clarity to the interplay
of dark and light,
to what one sees, feels, comprehends
that is deeply undeniable.
All just is as it is,
 a poetically pure moment
of truth and stillness.

Sarah Carlson

April 10, 2019