Persian Floor Tiles

These mallards are intermingled motionless In symmetrical geometry on a glass of blue water, mirrored equally still. They resemble some random Persian floor tiles waiting for the floor tilers hands that he might finally arrive and arrange them in the palace of Jade. Sure, we all have our place but equally, at the same time, we remain, a little bit, disjointed? There are movements beyond our understanding shifting, forwards, and back. there are openings …opening and closing. There are cracks in the ice acting like gin traps. It is here we can listen and hear their distressing honks and quacks and perhaps, it's a time we too relaxed. Move into appreciation mode and reflect on- what the entire world has to offer us is something that is near to perfect ready to fly?