quiet am I by Peter Humphreyswhere there had been mist
now only light
sparkling the path
chattering ducks
on either broken pier
a heron stood
on sentry
as if outside
a palace royal
the pollarded trees
bursting with
coronets of green
life anew everywhere
the first dragonflies
zigzag along the path
two coots
mother and four ducklings
on a day out
avoid me with surprise
what is this thing
in light trousers
blue shirt
sitting
not talking
like us
no sign of the hawks today
swifts swoop
across the glassy lake
taking mayflies for their tea
slowly I feel I am melding
into the wooden bench
beneath the willow trees
beside the daisies
and the buttercups
nothing watches me now
even a peacock blue
a beetle considers
whether my boot
is worth climbing
I am as I am
becoming invisible
even to me
Canada geese
lift high
into the sky
their leader
reprimanding the slow
he is the apex
I am part of
a scene
my brain will absorb
as my spirit
flies
four swallows now
O
to be free as thee
the hawk is back fishing
two birds startle
the coot coots
the day is changing
a breeze arises
the sky no longer clear
petals scatter
on the bench
on me
I see
may flies
water-boatmen
air fills
with bird song
quiet
am
I
08/27/2013
Posted on 08/27/2013 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/27/13 at 05:25 PM Oh Peter, you give a man peace with nature and I wish you peace in return. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/28/13 at 04:06 PM My kind of place - you've painted this so clearly, I can almost feel the wings' wind. Thank you, Peter. |
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