how nice it is
to sit by the river and unwind,
blink by
blink.
you know your same-old view
in the city:
skyscraper tree tops
that leave you wanting for a chickadee
where can I find just one bird?
(the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.)
I yearn to hear a song;
the water gives it to me–
it gives it to us
as long as I keep my ears open
I can hear it all the way from the skyline.
remind me how love songs go, again?
does he start?
am I the minor chord?
the wind trickles in;
between my toes
the water hums.
my shoulders sigh
as I remember how easy it must have been
to let
doors open
before windows closed,
families eat meals together
after swimming through the day.
the world stills;
my eyes close;
and I tell my heart,
“It’s okay
to remain
open.”
January 21, 2016
Reaching Joy 
Hmm, now that’s something to write a poem about (the cockleburs dilemma haha). Thanks so much for your comment and thoughts, Michael. I hope your week is full of peaceful lunch breaks.
Very nice, RJ. It is amazing how nature can reach into our cities and provide those winks of the beyond that nurture us. I have sat by the water or beneath the trees for many a lunch hour, and felt the world’s movement– so vast and deep– that is immune to the concerns that adhere to me in the office like cockleburrs…
Peace
Michael
You are welcome! 🙂
Thanks so much, Erica ❤️
That was beautiful, Joy!
🙂 Thanks so much, Diana!
It is ok to remain open. I love that Joy! ❤
Diana xo
❤ thanks so much!
😀 thanks for your comment!
Beautiful.
aha- yes 🙂