From A Balcony’s View

Looking upon quiet city sprawled,

through morning’s chilled gauzy haze.

From balcony where I gazed down,

watched break of dawn, another daze.

A car passed below on

cobbled narrow street,

its busyness attend.

The passenger that guided it,

to city life was being sent.

Crows over head were cawing,

their greeting for the day.

As hurriedly they flew by,

only they knew their own way.

People aroused, and left their bed,

to hearken to their need.

Many stimulated by full bladder,

that must in haste now be relieved.

Slowly awake in dreaming,

though some still thoughtlessly asleep.

What they chose in this life’s experience,

day’s time that they would keep.

Friend joined me with his cigarette

and holding full coffee cup.

Smoke hanging in the dampened air,

not wanting to drift up.

The smell of it was wettened,

and lessened in its strength.

Adding to morn’s grey cloudiness,

and muted in its near finished,

burnt tobacco stink.

Then suddenly sun pierced cloud’s sky,

and sent its beaming light.

Enlightened city’s laziness, warmed,

and removing subdued blight.

And, all would stir from slumber,

as atmosphere’s grey blanket

was pulled back.

Set feet on floor, arm’s stretching,

and rubbing eyes,

and few fell backward,

returning to their rack.

To work for some and others school,

and chores for those at home.

And, taking care of young and older ones,

Love’s duty would be done.

I too, must move myself about,

my writing almost complete.

The mused describing of what I have seen,

and some conjectured mental liberties in verse,

I thought I should repeat.

Sought to enjoy each present moment,

mind’s taking in of Now.

This was the journey felt in peace,

by me shared and in my own way, how.

by john welk