Nothing But Movement

20150728_124428nothing but movement
here in this sanctuary of silence
river reflections ripple up and down
the sycamore trees

limbs sway
frogs frolick,
plop and play

leaves descend
swirl with scattered shadows, shimmering
atop the Trinity trickling onward

dragonflies flit and flirt,
water bugs skate and skirt,

a well-choreographed dance

nothing but movement here,
in this house of repose,
the only place I find stillness.