Still I stood
as the world passed by
houses, fields, trees
people, cars.
They were moving
not I.
I watched this passing show
delighting, not partaking.
Quiet I stood
as rain fell on the river, ripple-making
on the leaves, gently soothing.
I let myself become
stone, pebble, ever-flowing water
twirling leaf, singing bird.
© 2 Sep 20
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