My Friend Once Sighed

My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too, prefer to stop along The way and watch a small thing. I congratulate the weed That grew from a wayside seed And survives in the sidewalk’s crack. I notice when raindrops descend That the roads shine iridescent Then dry again to a flat black. I observe a bird’s funny walk – Watching its head bob and cock – Such a comedian! I sit aside the freeway by the river To watch busy cars drive there – So calm I am.