The river flows slowly, gently,
Each ripple coaxed by the wind
To follow the one before it.
Leaves and ducks
Take a ride downstream.
Distant noises of children,
Of cars passing on the bridge
Disturb nothing, no one.
Only the breeze
Sifts through this moment.
Even the chatter of birds
In the park is subdued,
Drunk on a perfect sun.
Puffy white clouds, motionless,
Glow in the so-blue sky.
A hands breadth from the river,
You sync your breathing
To its flow.
Anxious thoughts
Waft away in airy reflections.
But when a siren shrieks,
Shattering the calm,
Time swoops down.
You glance at your watch
Captured by its call.