Categories : Poetry

 

 I lean and loafe at my ease …. observing a spear of summer grass.

  • from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” in Leaves of Grass

CONTEMPLATION
 
I lean and loaf and sit around
Taking in the sights and sounds
Of shore or meadow or a wooded trail;
I’ll watch a squirrel shake its tail
Or listen to the crickets chirp.
Feel the sun upon my back.
Know I’m practicing the knack
Of letting go and being still
Loosening the grip of will
And purpose in my life,
Taking a break from strain and strife.
Yet, before I know it, the moment’s past.
These contemplations never last.
In a flash I’m back in drive
With thoughts and plans to strive
For more and better things
That work and effort brings.
There’s a balance to be struck
And with some wisdom and some luck
I’ll know again that Inner Peace
Of Rest, Relaxation, and Release.