From a distance I watched the koi in the man-made pond. Seemingly heedless to the world around them, they swim peacefully, their tranquil moves a narcotic in these hectic times. I step a little closer watching. They continue to swim in ever lazy circles. It is a game we play. Well, a game I play. I am never sure if they are in on it or not. I play the game, nonetheless. 

The game? How close can I get before they notice me?

There are concentric circles around the pond that mark my progress. So far, I have made it as far the third circle before I am spotted. I am at that line now, trying to get to the second, knowing it will take divine intervention to reach the first line.

Slowly creeping upon the pond, I take my time.

For a moment there is a single erratic movement and I think the jig is up. I still and after a moment the idle swimming continues. I am almost there.

I advance barely, barely lifting my foot from the ground, and slide it ever so slowly forward. All I have to do now is…

DAMN ! I’ve been spotted.

In a blink the formerly calm water is a frenzy of movement. Mouths agape, they all rush forward in a circle synchronized swimmers might envy.

Defeated once again, I take out the bag of food n my packet and feed the koi.

I’ll get past that second circle tomorrow.