Grass sways gently in the wind
The road along, long and empty
save for one man.
Polo tee and Levi's jeans
A black bag on his back
Shades protect his eyes
and a pair of earphones embedded deeply.
His hand wave to and free
conjuring dreams and visions
raging phoenixes and fiery dragons
gliding serpents with flickering tongues
A snap of fingers and a bench appears.
He takes a rest, plugs out his earphones
and enjoys the serenity.
An eagle soaring high above the clouds,
A gazelle raises its horns to look at him,
before galloping away.
He sits and enjoys his moments of freedom and worrylessness.
No need to take the first step to inquire about people
no need to worry about feelings of others
a rest from worrying about others and not himself
a rest from being taking for granted
and just enjoy nature and
God.
A breeze blows away his fatigue
and grants him new patience and understanding.
And you might just blink and miss it
but if you looked closely
you would have seen two men in white
sitting by his side on the bench.
As the three of them sat and watch the setting of the sun,
and enjoyed the breeze that wafted through
riding on it the smell of the sea,
the sounds of seagulls cawing in the distance,
and for that moment,
life stands still.
