Just-Past-Noon Pond in a High-Speed Workday

Fire-red dragonfly. Monarch in flight. Ducks in bright green algae, dipping.
Breeze made visible in a pond-reflected treelight. Unseen bugs make rings perfectly
on the surface. There's a lot going on, including joggers and children. And a pre-panic mother
attempting an afternoon rush. He sits counting the minutes he breathes
and tries not to try to relax but to just
relax. And so he does. And across the pond, a stranger is humming
almost in time with his mind. Projection is like this.
The world inside and the world coincide. A stream of ants rushes out,
rushes back. The mother duck lifts her shining wings
but doesn't fly. She dives in, pops out. Dives in and pops out again.
Beautiful. She preens herself alive.