stillness

 "so the darkness shall be the light and the stillness, dancing."--t.s. eliot

to sprawl beneath a sturgeon 

moon the same craters gazed

at by ancestors 

reflected

and watch this praying mantis

motionless but for mandibles

moving inaudible to us as 

planets

or a heron fishing any momentum 

lithely camouflaged by 

cottonwood leaves in slightest

breeze

soul, be such a refuge 

ceasefire of strife when restful noticing

holds weight as a favored chair

trust beyond

measure