I spend the morning in an online meeting
where for much of the time people exchange opinions
and I can’t help feeling
that reality hovers slightly farther
afield.

Perceiving reality must surely be
the goal.

Something of the living force of this thought
fills me this Tuesday afternoon,
and carries me upriver.

I see the peppermints in flower.
The coastal daisy-bush. 
The tea trees.
The line in the river
designating the different
flowing of water,
sometimes salty clear,
sometime brackish
and slightly more fresh.

And there,
running along the edge of it,
is a pod of dolphins,
one a youngster fully jumping
clear of the water,
another, tiny,
gliding by the shoulder
of its mother.