The small circle of foam turned in the eddy of water in the stream in the woods behind our house. The weed overhanging it a fixed point, like the still hand on a swirling clock.
I thought the foam was run-off from nearby cornfields, pollution gathering and caught, but still I saw a beauty it in. (a friend later told me it might be a naturally occurring bacteria) It was the perfect for a Thirty Second Meditation.
But Fate had other ideas…
4 thoughts on “Fate Takes A Bite Of My Thirty Second Meditation”
Mesmerizing….and then…fate. I literally laughed out loud, first from the inquisitive “taste” and then from the scolding. Made my night!
I laughed too, after getting annoyed!
Another masterpiece – White Irish lace.
Oh yeah Eileen!