Just Being – – poem by OTLPosted: February 20, 2013
Flowers seem to enjoy – just being open in the sunlight
and touched by the gentle breeze.
The lake sometimes too – just lies there
relaxing not moving a muscle.
Gulls – wings out stretched –
sometimes just want to glide
In the up drafts:
stomachs full – no need to hunt for food
enjoying the moment,
enjoying the view.
Rocks on the beach – sitting reflection on self
until picked up and taken home
as someone’s possession and even friend
and once there – just sits and waits.
Even the house – stands quiet at times – just being
standing idle available for family or friend
relaxing before the people arrive.
Inactivity – meant to be a part of everything
Less nothing take the time to –
just be what it was meant to be.
See what I am missing – – – –
Moving too much to
Who am I ?
Poem by OTL April 27, 1978