Monday Meditation

I thought; Just sit and observe.
Just look and see.
Just be a part of the consciousness.
Just be.

A bench by the path in a park. Birds and bugs. A chipmunk forages.
Snippets of mumbled conversation and comments of walkers and those who are walking.
A view of the lake.
A bird calls.

Autumn in mid-season.
Midday but the sun low.
A bright warm day as
its radiance diminishes.

Lichen on the Oak near.
Far, mostly green but here and there another color
as the deciduous decide the weather to come,
the darkness to come.

Quick steps now.
A duck calls to its mate.
Music. And many walkers cannot disconnect.
A child counts bounces of his basketball. A hundred ten!

I walk on.
From the other side of the pond, a different view.
An Osage is fruitful.
A tiny spider walks up my arm and wonders why I am atop its bench.

I wonder also.