Here I sit on the grassy banks at Yarramundi,
Without having to clock on or off the bundy.
Holiday? You ask yourself with a weary smile,
Nah! Just checking on life once in a while.
How did I get to be at this point of timelessness,
Why did I allow myself to see just emptiness.
Yet as I look across our beautiful Nepean River,
I see nature as it is and waiting to deliver.
The banks are damaged from effects of recent rain,
While my thoughts are reeling from intangible pain.
Yet I see hope as while this river of life can freely flow,
Washing away all the bad things that lies below.
I too somehow can get my mind to be free thinking,
Back to what I was, without my emotions sinking.
It's ironic as I scan across the beautiful view,
In someone's yard I see soccer goalposts in situ.
If I didn't have friendships formed because of sports,
I may well be in a bit of bother with all sorts.
It is my thoughts of you among the rest of my muddle,
That keeps me and my mind afloat, like a welcome cuddle.
As I watch the ducks go about their daily business,
The breeze gently brushes my face yet whisperless.
The sun is baking on my back as I sit on the banks,
Finding many ways of appreciation and to say thanks.
I know today is yet by means long way over,
But I am at peace here sitting on some clover.
Classical to Simon & Garfunkel to Corrs pumping in my ears,
I am avoiding all things that make me down and in tears.
So as I look to the river and wonder about all its secrets,
I hope that I can soon enough talk without having regrets.
I'm sending this poem, not to annoy the shit out of you,
But because of you, I know I really can be OK too!
©EKEllis (2016)