Mindful time

Sitting by the Creek

I hear the creek's waters
and look down through the reflections to watch
for signs of trout.
I see the sky and trees
instead.
I see the sandy bottom of the creek.
The patterns of the currents in the sand
and mud
that is crisscrossed by pieces of branches,
logs,
from a past flash flood.

I came here to think and to have some
quiet time. 
Sure that a revelation would pounce 
into my head.

Instead I am mesmerized
by reflections and 
patterns.

And I realize
this is
really what
I
came for.