She paused for a long, cool drink,
hopped on a hot rock,
and closed her eyes
for a while.
The sun’s warmth
on a Spring afternoon,
the distant drone of a lawn mower,
and a waterfall’s pattern of endless rhythm behind her
bubbling and uninterrupted,
put the girl into a deep slumber.
Ah, but I understand.
I would not dare startle,
backing away
silently and slowly
I whispered
“Peace be still.”
