Ordinary

A wonderful Zen saying goes like this:
   “Unformed people delight in the gaudy
      and in novelty.
   Cooked people delight in the ordinary.”
I would not dare to call myself a cooked person
   in the Zen Buddhist sense of that expression.
So many photographers are much more fired than I.
But yesterday I walked out on a wooden pier
   over a small lake in central Florida
      where I was visiting my weakening, aging father.
I stood alone on the wooden planks,
   looking down at the dark water.
Elliptical ripples,
   reflected clouds,
      peeping sun.
Nothing more.
Delightful.