Refuge

Whitecaps on the river;
White clouds in the sky.
I’m sitting on a bench with winds
That billow from on high.

While joggers pass behind me
And bikers pump their knees,
Some dogs on leashes strut their stuff
As I enjoy the breeze.

There’s sparkle on the water
And sunshine in the air;
I’ve things I should be doing
But for now, I just don’t care.

This promenade’s my refuge,
To settle and unwind,
A place to find a little peace
And leave my cares behind.