there is a distinct difference between stillness and stagnancy
last week was stagnant and it made me afraid
– I felt the weeds tangle around my toes, and Cousin Pan’s flute in the distance
and stoicism I realise now
is never a good response to fear
Zeno knows zero about my little pool
my little pond
in which I am sometimes waving
and sometimes drowning
and all in all
unsure about the difference.