Bench Pressing
There are so many things to observe
as I sit at the canal trail.
My senses catch it all.
Shirtless runners,
The swish of thier sneakers as they pass.
A family picnicking not far away.
Bike riders side by side chatting to each other.
A man pushing his partner in a wheelchair.
A child running to his daddy.
Leaves fluttering in the wind.
Hawks soaring over thier prey.
Gulls seeking fish.
Sparrows chirping away.
Ducks bobbing on the waves.
Speed walkers pass briskly by.
Seniors walking thier dogs.
Dogs checking out the trees.
People gazing at the scenery.
Girls and guys with hair tied in ponytails.
Shadows dancing across the lands and water.
Roof tops peeking through the trees.
Sun beating against my back.
From where I sit I am just a shadow.
Sitting on the sidelines,
with my butt pressed in this bench,
Wondering...
"Why am I not doing any of these things?"
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2022
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