The Massey Vet Pond December 2010

The first thing I notice is the sky
it's the same blue as the eyes
of my beloved.
That enormous, engulfing, endless blue
that fills you up and makes you, for a little while,
blissful.
Then my gaze lowers
I see green, everywhere!
In the trees, laughing softly in their treeish way
in the grass, beckoning to me to come lay down
in it's soft, green embrace.
in the pond, a flirtatious green
an endless dance with gold and brown and blue and black
as the light shifts through the trees overhead
and the wind sends ripples rolling lazily across the pond.
Then there is life, the birds making an unholy racket
ad they carry out their busy lives;
eating the algae and bread thrown by passerby
splashing in the pond, playing with each other,
looking after the chicks, and pooing all over the bank.
Then there are the people
hurrying past, laden with papers and ledgers,
going to see people and places and perhaps,
when they get a minute, to have a brief coffee
and sit and watch the unfortunates,
who don't have a minute, scurry past.
They don't look to left or right,
most of them don't smile back.
Too busy to smile, too busy to revel
in the beauty of a pond teeming with life.
I hope that never happens to me