Drifting

Standing still, yet carried along as the water ripples by.
Transfixed by the gentle ebb and flow, and hypnotised by the many thousands of sparkles that dance both joyously and chillingly upon the surface.
Point after point after point… dip after dip after…
Thoughts fade. Reality blurs and merges into a new singularity.
Enveloped in silence, frozen between here and now. Nothing is moving.
My mind has wandered. I know that now.
I’m drifting against the flow. The water is taking me; carrying me.
This way and that, one way and then the other.
And yet still I stand.

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