Life. Poem by Gavin Robinson

It takes a certain type of person to notice
it beneath their nose.

I have ventured down the road a ways
for I wish to see all.

Who amongst me would notice what I notice?

Who would take the time to see the way
the water glazes over the streetlamp's light?
Stop for a moment and see its ripples
through the opening of a dying tree.
Its leaves long departed.

Walk the path not meant for you,
just so you can see a lilac in its lonesome.

Rest your fingertips atop the wooden bridge,
and caress the innards of your pocket—
All at the same time.

Sit on the bench nestled at the road's edge
just so you can breathe for a moment—
And try not to let the tears fall.

Wander one way
Or another
It doesn't matter.

Consider the narrow space
between the ornamental grass.
The geese have aligned perfectly.
Their necks almost intertwined…

Make sense of the world.
Not for anyone else but yourself.
Breathe. Watch. Mosey. Listen.
Live.