Shimmering with surreality

Some times
As I’m in my thoughts
Conversations pass by

To my right
Reflections in the water
Shimmering with surreality

Is it real?
Is it true?
Light without heat

People walk with intent
Many run as well
You can hear the pattern of their footsteps

That is concrete
Seen and heard
Grounded and embodied

Body, mind, and soul, we are told
Sometimes one is easier to grasp over the others
Absence is not always non existence

Compassion
He had compassion on them
A visceral, inward affection; bowels