Everything in Nothing
A poem written on a bike ride by the river on a late summer afternoon
There is something
About lying on a bench under the open sky
The wind washes away my cares
And I am alive again.
There is something
About the blue heron that stands meditatively
Almost in stillness
And I am silent again.
There is something
In the cool breeze that caresses my face
As I pedal relentlessly
And I am happy again.
There is something
In the rippling river waters that gleam in the sunlight
As I pause listening
And I can breathe again.
There is something,
In the billowy white clouds that sail across deep blue skies,
As i savour the moment,
And I can dream again.
Some would say it’s nothing
Just the air, the water, the earth – shouldn’t we take these for granted?
For me these are the most precious everything we have
So we can live again.
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