Stillness

Stillness waits

for sun to shine,

for mist to clear,

for tide to shift,

for breeze to blow.

Stillness waits

in the mangrove,

in the sawgrass,

in the slough,

and the soggy

cypress dome.

Stillness waits

for rush of rain,

for snap of jaw,

for splash of seed,

and gator growl.

And still,

stillness waits

for sun to set,

for moon to rise

and stars to shine.

By:  Frank Asch