The Pond at Sweet Springs by Jeanie Greensfelder

Let me stop being this thinking-and-doing
person and become the pond at Sweet Springs
where mallards glide and egrets feed.
Send me into silence, broken
only by sounds of paddling feet
or a sharp beak breaking my surface
or a serenade by kingfishers and owls.

Let sunbeams dance over me with shimmering
eucalyptus tree reflections while I feel the
tickle of fish searching for food.
Let the sun take bits of me sky-high
to merge with passing clouds
and later, let me feel raindrops
return, splash, and nourish me.

Let me soothe those who pause
on the bridge, behold me, and wish.

— from Juniper Volume 6, Issue 2