Congested heat slams into my body.
I drown in silence; all movement seizes.
Someone has pressed the pause button!
Trees remain with crowns bent over water.
Yellow lilies paint freckles on the perfect mirror image.
A silver-grey sculpture blends into the reed.
Elegant neck and focussed eyes betray liveliness.
Yet, not even the fish are moving.
Suddenly, songbirds burst into action.
A cacophony of sound selected freeze frame.
Everything else remains motionless.
Even the damselflies are glued to the reeds.
I force myself to take a step,
In sluggish slow motion.
And nothing happens, no sound escapes my step.
I am caught betwixt and between,
In this here midsummer night’s dream.