Watching

I give up watching people,

they’re boring, predictable,

or incomprehensible.

Wasps have more logic,

birds more mystery,

cows far more relaxing.


Waves in the wind,

trees wafting the breeze

between their fingers,

clouds, if I don’t take

my eyes off them,


flames licking logs

late at night, rain streaming

down the window…

A lifetime of watching

to become,


not a minute to waste…

Watching - poem & photo by Five

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