Clarity

Treading water in the pond
I wish to see the bottom more clearly
My instinct is to paddle harder
To clear away the dust
But whenever I do
The muck on the pond floor
Rises and billows
Covering everything in a storm
The best I can see
Is when I drop to the bottom
Hold my breath
And cease moving 
Holding still
Until the dust settles
In frozen unmotion
The nature of all
Becomes entirely clear