River Musings

Canopy of blue above me, Cirrus clouds, like mist on high; Ripples dapple down the river, Tiny whitecaps drift on by. Distant cars flash ‘cross the bridges, Airplanes glide as smooth as glass; Joggers bounce on brand-new sneakers, Seagulls swoop with grace and sass. Tranquil breezes ruffle weedlings Sprouting in the sidewalk cracks; Children pedal bikes in training, Anxious parents at their backs. Flag across the water flutters, Pigeons perch upon the rail; River traffic’s non-existent – Not a motor, tug or sail. Easter Sunday in Manhattan Is as peaceful as they come. Gone is all the noise and hubbub; Missing is the normal thrum. Sitting quiet in the sunshine, Soaking up the springtime air, I’m content to pass the hour In a mood relaxed and rare.