by Roland King
Descriptions in contrast
|When I glance out my window I see cars.
Traveling at such a high rate of speed
as they impatiently have just taken off
from the imaginary start line at
In reality it’s the stoplight that no one
wants to stop at.
And so out my window I see the irritated cars
(can’t see faces because they’re going by too fast)
But I can tell they’re irritated.
From the hastily squealed tires,
to the strained revs,
to the missed shifts and backfires.
When I look to the sky I see peace.
No rushing about. No impatience.
Just the lazy floating flaps of a heron.
On its way to the pond to feed.
In no rush. In no hurry.
Just grateful to be alive.
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 28
Prompt: look outside your window. What do you see? Look at the sky. How do you feel?