PEOPLE IN THE PARK

by Richard Flyer

People of all kinds enjoying the park. Swirling light, darkness, movement, and form.

Stillness, silence, the air and land are full of living motion.

The birds, flying and sitting;

a rabbit moves across the lawn on a leash;

the goldfish in the water:

watched by children who want to immerse themselves in the liquid substance.

People walking to and fro, trying to feel nature in the city.

The airplanes go over, heard the same way as birds who sit in the flowers, calling out for the sun setting, setting.

The trees are talking to each other from their very tops. Warm, calm breeze stroking my body gently, caressing.

The rhythm of this place is very old, lingering.

My feet finally begin to touch the grass.

I am grounded to the Earth, the energy comes gushing up into my feet.

The trees talking are like a fine choir, angelic, singing praise to the end of this glorious day.

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