Imperfect Stillness

Like a deep dive with the silence of the sky. Nothing but the sound of water flowing in on itself and the echo of my own breath. Then, as if I was in a dream or poem, or maybe I was just not moving, I saw a leaning tree with thick, dark green leaves. The sky, filled with cloudy shadows, was dark and overcast. The tree was growing up through the top of the water. I leaned in closer, wanting to hear its every movement. The current was strong and I could feel the tree swaying back and forth with it.