You know, it's like this large pool of quiet water
filled with Koi, those Japanese fish. Or is it Chinese?
Those large, gold  fish that hide among green pads floating
across the narrow pool. We each see this place as quiet,
so serene, until the mosquito strikes, the bamboo trips
us. We each hear the silence
differently. There are so many ways to find
distraction. So few that lead
as a simple melody to our fast
renewal within
this quiet,
precious
place.

There are
no other paths.