Stock Still

The upside down trees in the canal

Heavy metal, steady against the Monet background

All of the smaller things, less solid

More easily discarded

While we are minding the gap

A secret, circular ripple has perfectly

Disrupted the mirror tranquility

A stock still heron is waiting

A feature film in the making

While we are minding the gap

Minding the gap

Minding the gap

Deciphering ones, zeros and the picket fence

The unseen struggle of swans ever-elegant

Billions of neurons devoted

To avoid eye-contact and keep floating

Plug me in, plug me out