And a drop of moisture
falls from the leaf
plops into the puddle
beneath
and oscillates
in the reflection of sky

moving water
all is moving
the earth itself
is moving
and changing

we hang
in the present
hammock of existence
swinging to and fro
in the winds
of fortune

finally rocking
to sleep
for a long time
in the tides of memory
that wash the shores
of our consciousness

rings leave its centre
and reach
the circumference
of infinity

Margaret Ann Waddicor 14th December 2015