Smelling Roses
Perhaps life is best when I have time to stop and smell the roses.
In this topsy turvy world
I’m always connected to the cell phone
The laptop
Work
And other obligations.
But
Sometimes
When I’m in the right state of mind
And not being totally rushed from one thing to another
I stop and smell the roses.
And perhaps this is when life is best,
Perhaps this is when life is at its finest.
Yesterday,
While waiting on the platform for the subway to take me downtown
Four men began playing music on the sidewalk below.
Trombone and drum.
The beat
The energy
The syncretism
The sound
Reached me.
And so I left the platform and went outside the terminal to listen and watch them.
Trains went by
Busy people got on and busy people got off
I didn’t do either.
I stopped for five minutes to smell the roses.
It was only five minutes,
But the roses,
The beat
The energy
The syncretism
The Sound
Brightened my inner sun.
Written in October 2019
Perhaps life is best when I have time to stop and smell the roses.
In this topsy turvy world
I’m always connected to the cell phone
The laptop
Work
And other obligations.
But
Sometimes
When I’m in the right state of mind
And not being totally rushed from one thing to another
I stop and smell the roses.
And perhaps this is when life is best,
Perhaps this is when life is at its finest.
Yesterday,
While waiting on the platform for the subway to take me downtown
Four men began playing music on the sidewalk below.
Trombone and drum.
The beat
The energy
The syncretism
The sound
Reached me.
And so I left the platform and went outside the terminal to listen and watch them.
Trains went by
Busy people got on and busy people got off
I didn’t do either.
I stopped for five minutes to smell the roses.
It was only five minutes,
But the roses,
The beat
The energy
The syncretism
The Sound
Brightened my inner sun.
Written in October 2019