Reflections

Ferry on the river;

‘Copter in the sky.

Bicycles and scooters

(Some with bells!) all pass me by.

 

Joggers pound the pavement;

Walkers simply stroll.

Benches are deserted.

(Recent raindrops took a toll.)

 

Still, I’m out here sitting,

Checking out the scene,

Feeling not quite up or down

But somewhere in between.

 

As my trusty pencil

Jots each thought upon a line,

It helps record reflections

Found within this mind of mine.