A speck in time

Washing flapping on the line, soaking up the breeze,
Chookie going about her business, pecking at what only she can see
Leaves on the ground, left from a tree shivering in the cold
Grass, newly mown, scent in the air
Misty, avoiding the chook, nose to the ground, smell of something new
Ducks next door, fighting amongst themselves
A plane, gliding through the air, destination somewhere
Sounds of schoolchildren, free from restraints
The train blows its whistle, can’t possibly be late
Cars forever in motion, a road that constantly moves
A hive of activity, a little world within my hearing
A visual spectrum of the present, a sense of the now
Worlds within worlds, a microcosm of being.

Kaz