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 c**k -

Such a comedian!

 

I sit aside the freeway by the river

To watch busy cars drive there -

So calm I am.