Yesterday, I stopped to relax during my walk by the water, here in Victoria, BC, Canada. Here is my poetic description of what happened as I sat on a bench.
Four, Three, Two
I happened to stop,
On a bench
When the scene happened to happen to me,
The calm water began to roll like dice
Across a liquid table,
Companions to shouts that
Broke the air like the pop of opening a
Can of Coca-Cola.
I heard the shouts of
Four, Three, Two,
And turned my head left,
My ponytail following playfully along in motion.
Two dragon boats streamed across the water
As the rowers moved their oars in
A perfect symphony.
I arched my back for better posture and
A better look.
The boats held men, women, and their shouts of pleasure,
Returning to Ten and then counting down again
As the boat on the right
Inched ahead of its twin.
Were cries of joy from the rowers who
Reached the finish point first.
The teams are practicing for races that
Will carry more shouts later this summer.
Although I do not know their schedule,
I do know their passion,
As they set a goal and try to make our city proud.
My smile, from that bench,
Was my own way to cheer,
My own way to celebrate how they reached their goal,
A motivation to me to reach my own finish line.
Each morning I pick and I choose
How to fill my own boat,
With a couple of smiles here and
A blanket of peace there.
© 2012 Christy Birmingham