A pond’s confusion: Buzzing with life underneath A surface so still
Nature and pop-culture references have been my biggest source of ideas. Oddly enough. Earlier today, I was remembering my favorite line from The Avengers. Mark Ruffalo’s character, Bruce Banner delivers that line (on a tangent, he also delivers my second favorite line). Anyway, Tony Stark spends the majority of the movie trying and failing to get Banner to get angry. Later in the movie, Banner surprises them by turning into The Hunk almost on demand when defending New York City. He says , “That’s my secret, Cap…I am always angry.”
I have been thinking for a while about people in my life who used to be known for their patience but have gotten somewhat impatient with time. Granted, it took decades but the changes are clear. I am wondering if they were only patient on the surface but were always impatient underneath, and if they had a filter — a noise-deadening device — that diffused the impatience. I am wondering if decades of incessant diffusion of impatience ate away at the noise-deadening mechanism and the flood gates simply opened.
Examples in nature often show balance. I wrote the haiku about the busy marine life under a pond’s still surface to find resonance with my own sense of balance of the unreasonable under a surface of reason, of impatience under a surface of patience, of grief under a surface of joy, and of fear under a surface of faith. There are enough examples in nature where the flood gates simply open up, often literally, and entire towns are washed away by what used to be a peacefully lazy river. It even happens in The Avengers where the otherwise even-keeled Banner loses control and turns into The Hulk on board SHIELD’s invisible flying ship thingy.
If forces of nature were characters in a Marvel movie, then the bad guys will lose, New York City will be saved, and Tony Stark will get to drive away in a drool-worthy and yet-unreleased Acura NSX. But nature does something less narcissistic. After the flash flood ends, the water slowly drains away, people move back in, houses get rebuilt, life resumes normalcy, the mad river regresses back to a steady flow, and the pond finds it’s stillness back.