Member Poem

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 cock –
Such a comedian!

I sit aside the freeway by the river
To watch busy cars drive there –
So calm I am.