The Space of an Easy Mind

(from Brainstorms)

I sit down on the green metal bench.
There must be someplace else
I need to be right now,
but I feel like a pause.
And I know I will catch up
with the day eventually.

It’s quiet,
except for the hum of energy
from the buildings that surround the courtyard,
the crescendo of cars driving by on the road
like swells of ocean waves.

There are birds somewhere.
I can’t see them,
but every so often one calls out to its friend
and a conversation is started.
Then silence again.

I’m glad I brought my lunch with me.
Somehow the food tastes better,
the lettuce more crisp,
the blueberries more luscious,
the avocado more sultry,

in this space of an easy mind.