It may seem as if not much is happening – beat –
But water gives me endless permission slips for observation.
Field notes on just water
could keep me busy and engaged from now until the end-
I’m enthralled with:
-the way it holds it shape inside clear glass
and sways back and forth, a uniform surface at the top,
when moved
-its invisibility in the air,
-its collection on surfaces,
marking lines of temperature demarcation
-its presence in my body,
making me an ocean in motion-
just to put a few notations into words.
How I choose to spend and expand my attention
is the only game, once seen.
The abstractions of the world: war, famine, words free then taken
from our use, words to sway, words to limit,
guilt, distraction, MY job, the persona(s) — all is dissolving
in the rain of my attention, placed elsewhere,
on something so intrinsic to life as to be unseen,
now performing a private dance for me
from every where.
Life as Improv 
Oh I love this! It gets right t the nub of it. “How I choose to spend and expand my attention
is the only game, once seen.” It’s like a fish asking “what’s water?”
Alison
Love your ability to remind me of the fish eye view. x