#247 Currents Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Like currents in the drifting sea,
The world and time flow by
Without taking note of me,
Without a wondering eye.

I’m hidden, enjoying the view.
I’m a spectator, per se.
I’m here but gone, old but new,
A silent, static display.

Like clouds in the morning sky,
People and life float passed.
They love and laugh and live and die,
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

They reap and sow, win and lose,
Run and jump and read and write.
They rock ‘n’ roll and sing the blues,
Rue the day and praise the night.

Here I sit perched in my tower,
Isolated from it all,
Observing each minute, each hour
From my magic crystal ball.

And like currents in the drifting sea,
I watch it all flow by.