The pond
15th January 2005

One day I walked an alternate course and came across a pond that seemed to have stood time. Curiosity made be kneel beside it and I peered into its depth. As I waited, most people hurried past the pool without a glance but there were some who took notice and stopped along their paths to reflect and refresh. There were odes sung and stones cast... the pool simply bearing it all. It amazed me to see it welcome the interaction, for to me, it looked so much at peace with its solitude. I asked the rippled water if it knew that these diversions were only temporary...  and it said to me, 'Aye it is my curse that I am frequented only by passersby that eventually move on... I know well that there will be more visitors yet I moan for those who leave.' I mused to myself as I stood up to make my leave, a shallow pool after all.