|Blackberry Blooms on the Bend|
8 x 6
Cottonwood seed drifts through the air along the riverbank, showing the direction of the wind as surely as the telltale of a sailboat. I breathe in at the wrong time, taking in a chunk of fuzz. Coughs, sneezes, and my head clears. I notice the sounds of the park: waves, boat motors, birds, a guitar. A chainsaw. The tranquility is easily broken. I tune my attention to the visual, the movement of the water and the glow on the bushes. Tranquility returns.