Eddy

Light eddying in the swimming pool, out of the corner of my eye

the dog reflected in the shadows on the surface

sun warms my face on this late September morning

I cannot tear myself away

even to save my skin from the threat of melanoma

squeals and shouts of excitement intermingle from the schoolyard across the park

I sit, trying to find inspiration in order to finish my manuscript

inside or outside, it doesn’t much matter

the muse has fled

formula for success?

I let it rest

and sink into the enveloping warmth of the sun and the silven eddy in the corner of my eye

and let sleep infiltrate every pore of my body

starting at my toes.

Janet Bellinger 

 c 2006