Sitting on the bench, watching the pond.
We embrace each other as the duck swims by.
The red leaves sway and the breeze is cool.
A few people walk by without a care,
of who we are.
We walk and it’s dark now.
The ducks swim by again.
And as they go,
They create sketches in the water,
as the ripples follow their grace.
And the daylight waves goodbye.
I close my eyes.
And am one with
the world of calm.