Leaving It Now Behind

Always, the lovely morning begins

in silence, somewhere in a common-place

environment, surrounded by stones.

Time passes. 

The mind eases its grasp on life's adversities –

the eyes, absorbed, address the moment, 

accepting their own interpretation of things.

Time passes.

A naked stone is hurled into the vastness of air – 

awaiting translation, it skips several times across the lake's 
surface. It is enough to contemplate as time passes.