The Love of the Moment

The water in the pond is enveloping my body
I am naked as I crouch down in its shallowness

The staffs of water reeds imprison and constrain

I am aware that my nestle has broken the harmony

I can hear the mortality in the sounds and durations
of the chirping birds

I lay my face on the pond's satin caress

The water moves to the edge of my serene lips

Above the surface

The sun massages me to the love of the

Moment