Drenched in water too weighty to rise,
or balancing on a precipice above the current of the deep,
out of reach, a prayer goes unanswered.
Elements floating, stirring, swirling into perfect harmony.
One move too soon and it may sink. So we wait.
Buoyant in stillness, peaceful in movement. Pure focus.
Flowing clarity is revealed in perfect time.
Photo: Morning on Lake Michigan, January 8, 2018