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.