Stillness

By Steve Cavin

Stillness,

In a bus stop.

Tranquility,

At the train station.

Listening,

For a raindrop.

Settling,

Of perspiration.


Pause,

As thoughts end.

Far away,

A distand hill.

Recall

An afternoon with a friend.

Brace,

Against the winter chill.


Why?

The ever-present question.

How

To fill the book of days?

Where

To go? A slight suggestion.

Who

Decides between the ways?


Being

Free without a purpose.

Now

Is all I have to face.

Here

Upon the world's surface.

I

Sit beside the human race.