Blind pond

I walked to the pond in the apple orchard

to see if it was still there

and for other reasons.

There are other things I could have done

but none of them I wanted to do

and it came to the point that I couldn't convince myself of their importance.

The pond was there

and I tried to remember that I didn't have to be anywhere else

and all my thoughts seemed drenched in my surroundings

so that I felt a kind of peace.

There was no place I had to be,

no task I had to complete.

I stretched out my hand to touch the top of a dry blade of grass.

There was no reason for it,

at least none that I could explain.

I thought I would find the reason as I did it

but even then no reason came.

I felt comfort 

but suddenly I became afraid of being called lazy.

The blade of grass disappeared

and so did the pond

and all was fear.