Poem by Gary Young -

I watched a snake crawl onto the lily pads that cover the pond.  A fish
settled against the leaf, just beneath him.  All that afternoon, they never
closed their eyes.  They barely moved.  I still may lose my disaffections
and impatience with the world.  I may rest.

    - Gary Young


It is a noble goal.  I see the snake and the fish, resting, still, awake.  May I be the same.