Tuesday, May 24, 2016

A Mind's Meander

Where waves laze to shore.

As the world of people
teams with activity.

Freeways. News channels.
Frenzy of wasted moments.

Here on the bench, all arrives in time.
Measured by sun rays and flying clouds.

A flight beyond a computer. No television flickers.

Eyes alert for a snack.

A pelican bends into a swell and flaps off the sea foam.

I used to swim in front of the tangerine roofs. Hours spent on the blue, red and green raft until my fingers pruned to teach me the time of day. Moved to shore. Built a drip castle or consumed words from books.

Now voices that called me for dinner stay silent.
                     Their impact swirls and cradles my heart.

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