What Stillness by Laura Foley Lily pads ripple in summer breeze,as if they bloomed for me,revelation-white clouds floatthrough a divine blue sky.No human voices breakthe stillness of this hilltop pondwhere I come to forgetthe foolishness of homo sapiens—where a trout leaps from the lake,splashes shining down,opening a glimpse intothe world below the surface.My dog, wet […]