By the old mill stream below the bridge
Frogs perilous on lily-pads, wild flowers blossom
Ducks and drakes add to the spectacle.
Gazing down on waters
Flowing beneath those birds
Peering at the rippling reflection of life.
Seeking a theme for a poem
Nature is the great benefactor
Being a landlubber has indeed its benefits.
An hour or a cloud later
“Music” fills the air from a nearby hostelry
The Rock ‘N’ Roll years are being turned back.
A zephyr twirling pink petals from a cherry tree
Patrons enjoying their coffee and cigarette
While shooting the breeze at a nearby coffee shop.
We live so much of our lives without talking to people
Freedom to write about these fleeting moments
Is in itself an experience.
© Chris Black. May 2018