If you walk to the water,
And see the sun framed by two triangular mountains,
Like a company logo,
A purple cushion of cloud trying to raise it higher,
And watch as a rising trout slaps that image to the waters edge,
You can walk on.
Or you can wait ‘til stillness battles back,
And smooths the surface once again,
To see the cloud has risen ,
By a liquid measure.
Time indulges us.
by Shay Ryan – ‘Nothing’ – a short poem by Shay Ryan.