Good Enough

In the city, I don’t have A terrace or a yard. I’m envious of those who have Been blessed in that regard. But if I want to feel the breeze In quiet contemplation, I walk down to the river For a bit of relaxation. I plunk myself upon a bench. The river flows below; And watch the boats go chugging by, To where I do not know. Behind me, bicyclists whiz past Or joggers, keeping pace; But I’m content just sitting With the wind upon my face. It isn’t private – I must share My view, my bench, my tree; But like so many things in life, It’s good enough for me. Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)