U-2

Seagulls fly overhead
No formation intended
The sun reflects
A brilliant mosaic off the waters below
Wind blowing gently across
Pillars of wood drift softly in tide
This is my place in the world
For this moment
There is a man
Sitting on the table in front of me
He is talking to someone on a cell phone
As soon as he hangs up
It rings again
The phone is now turned off
He is reading a book, completely oblivious
To the natural beauty around him
Absorbed in fiction
Back dropped by high priced condos
Lining the street looking over Elliot Bay
And the city skyline
None of the inhabitants understand
The sight from their windows.
To them it’s all social
Another sign of wealth
Cranes offloading large steel boxes
Industry continuing the existence of life
In this small town
Trying to make itself a name
Residing in the hillside
A small Japanese temple
Long wooden stairs
Arranged in
Switchbacks
Cascading to the sidewalk
Clouds move over the sun chilling my naked legs
Another gull perches 10 feet from me
Silently studying my motion
The man reading a book
Arranges his argyle socks
To adjust for wind flow
Everything continues to sway
And so I sit
Quietly
Hoping no one will notice my pen
And attempt to taint this moment
Could I ever be so lucky?