A duck swims across my shadow
and moves on,
A seagull preens itself, and squeals,
Trucks rumble and beep,
out of sight, but with great echoing clatter,
Little waves lip the shore and ripple back.

The sun is not as warm as I expected,
Still welcome, after my shaded ride.
I’m wishing I could take it with me
going home.

Not every day has deep epiphanies.
Some, like this one,
have a slight smell of fish,
great strides of satisfying productivity,
and an easy feeling of well-being

Some days, like this one
ride high in the present joy
without much to say about it.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2016