…time to stand and stare…

 Bus ride

Homeward bound on the 24,

                                    feeling a bit tired and flat,

I notice a baby, about eleven months old,

            she’s laughing and clapping her hands.

            A friendly young couple, seated close by,

have made it their task to amuse her,

by waving and smiling and gesturing,

                        and she does the same in reply.

The couple get off –

                        now it’s my turn to play

and it makes me feel happy inside,

so when you need a tonic, don’t reach for the gin,

                         let little things brighten your day!

Watchers

A heron on the bank in motionless poise,

gaze fixed on the water with rapt intent.

From the bridge I watch and wait –

your silvery stillness, your elegant shape.

Will you swoop or dive,

spread your wings and take flight?

Shall I see you in action –

a rare and wondrous sight?

But no, unrewarded, I move on, resigned,

thwarted by patience so much greater than mine.