Lucidity

Cities churn and bustle,

fuelled by business and hustle

But then 

something happens

A virus 

in the system

Everyone stops

The lake

stops

A meagre trickle of water

You look down 

and 

where usually there’s frothed water

you see tiny fish 

swimming in circles 

chasing each other’s tail

You look within 

and 

realise parts that are empty

You look out

and 

realise that it's because 

you've been so preoccupied

Like a beach on a windy day 

rough and wavy 

sand tossed and turned

ocean froth caressing the land

But when the wind ceases 

the waves flatten 

the sand settles

and the ocean stops to breathe

All that lies beneath is revealed

and sometimes 

it isn't all that pretty

but it must be seen

Isn't it strange how when the everyday hustle stops

the "little things" have space to expose themselves

to offer their existence into the visions of the busy

and showcase a microcosm of new depth 

Just as a microscope helps our eyes 

reach deeper into sight

The slowing of time works to create a new frame 

allowing sight of new depths

a chance to toy with the scales 

Zooming in 

to what really matters

Illuminating 

the intricacies of the simple

And peeling back 

the frothed

frozen 

water