The Park.

Under shade of tree
Movement all around
But stillness inside of me
And under hand, warmth of ground.

Lying down but looking up
Pieces of sky peek through the trees
Falling between the spaces of shade
That rest on me.

And for a second
Movement of leaf
Whispers to me;
The secret of the breeze
That combs my hair
And dances 'round the feet of the little boy
Frog-leaping up the stairs.

The breeze;
Dancing the invisible dance of the air

I breathe in.

Time has stopped inside
Yet revolves on around me, here
On grass, green.

I can hear life
Whistled in the song
Of the birds, hopeful for a morsel
Diving and weaving, as they singalong

I can smell life
In the eucalypt and pine cones
Strewn all around me
And reminding me of an earthly home

I can taste life
With a pinch of salt in the air
That hails from distant sea
And sails on this flavoured breeze
Now here, and all around me
Under shade of tree.

But before long
Before black of night
I must depart
Dressed in the last remaining sunlight
As end of day grows dark
Until next week
When I rediscover life,
In the park.