As I walked along the canal the other day
The stillness begged me to notice it
The stillness of the falling raindrops.
The trees above noticed it
Bowing their branches over
To watch what happened
as each raindrop fell.
The raindrop
It made a tiny ripple in the brown canal
Then disappeared
Then the next one fell
A phenomenon.
The quiet fashion in which it all happened
Like everything was meant to be
No one resisted – neither the canal, the muddy bank,
Nor the bushes, the trees
They all let each other be
As they were in that moment
And the stillness in them, their standing by
Restored some stillness in me .
All things interesting ... 