Calm among the voices and the laughter
a grain regardless of the sands
under the play of roving cloud 
against the sun-bright blue
I mused upon a willow there
hung over the modest stream
and the way this brooding giant
kept its a-dangling tips from immersion
in the reflective element
so neat as would please a barber
held my focus long just there
and when the voices and the laughter 
dissolved in time 
I felt I should dedicate some lines
to the long focus which I now share
the import of the experience
like a cloud could not be held
though there'll remain a flower
pressed between the pages of a book.