Echoes of Stillness

The lake stills itself,

motionless like glass, and

too delicate for words.

*

Sunlight grazes the reeds,

and everything waits.

*

Even the dragonflies

hush their gleaming wings,

like a question

that almost breaks the silence.

*

Then,

a single ripple,

as if the world finally

remembered

how to exhale.