Poem: New Day in Motion

Street trees under a blue sky
Sun rising, heart surmising
Time’s here to use & not buy

I love the fragrance, so sweet yet wild
Joy invoking, thought provoking
Each scent a pleasure, the extreme, the mild

Humming sounds, humanity awakes
Bedroom tripping, coffee sipping
Bridge over the river shakes

Cars, trucks, bikes, a scooter here & there
Road hitting, silence splitting
The pandemic quiet was oh so rare

I, a moving body, floating through this scene
Runners slapping, rhythm rapping
Waiting for a storm in which to intervene

Old, young, middle-aged all floating
Spring air breathing, COVID news reading
While techies are coding, retirees boating

How many years do I have remaining?
Mind racing, calendar tracing
All these thoughts just while I’m shaving

Mind the vehicles when you cross the street
Eyes surveying, muscles engaging
Life is short but death’s no pal to greet

Spring is a season and a kind of motion
Gleefully dancing, jingling, bouncing
Life is a swim in a here & now ocean

~ Gunnar Våken