Life

Perched on a bench, water tracing paths on skin Eyes fixed on gasps, continuance thrills Tempted often, to find a place among If lessons were had, desire might be quelled Reality a dream, overlooked by restless minds. A snack fulfils, observation hungers Limbs so fluid, questioning effort's existence Practice and perfection, a product of pulchritude Disturbance adds character, to a portrait of stillness Nature makes man; man is a part of nature. A momentary lapse, a seagull dips to reach So fast in its motion, the distraction blinked away Stepping toward, a shrivelled form searching for a towel Fingers remember placement, purchase found in a gesture The world can be cold, attention can warm. Light gradually reduces, a reflection on the surface Indifferent to the set, purpose consumes the moment Watching still, though words now exchanged with another Majestic in a way, colours hug onto a figure Probably a day spent, time was seen in progress. Items disappear, returning to convenience's carriage Ripples steady away, bodies depart at leisure Sounds begin to calm, serenity dances around Though concealed, life exists within Waking to sit again, tomorrow can wait another moment.