In stillness, I see

That contemplating the real

And the reflection

Are one in the same

I can live in one, from moment to moment

The other is lost to eternity

In the ripples created

By the slightest disturbance

So I choose to live in the moment

To be mindful

Undisturbed by the complications

Of contemplating the abstract, or the real

The first is an illusion

The other, ephemeral

The moment — the now — is all that I can experience

And all I care to know

This is my response to the August 15th edition of the New West Writers Photo Prompt.