There was a time

There was a time

When I jousted with life.

If asked

About my day

I would obfuscate

Mumble a platitude

Reflect the question back

Rather than admit

To doing nothing.

Is that true?

Or did I just make it up

I probably did

But it is interesting to note

As time has gone by

And I am still here,

Relatively

Unspoiled by drink

Or overconfidence

That I find peace in

Doing nothing.

Listening to the draw of breath

In the growth of a day

The vibration

As a bird dips a wing

Twisting in the air

Claiming a prize.

The rustle of leaves

The movement of clouds

The sparkle

Of dew on an English rose

The sway of a bloom

Under the weight

Of a Bumble Bee.

I am unbowed

By my lack of progress

Which is progress

In and of itself.

So much of life

Is spent in search of it.

Looking for love

Before finding it under my nose

Drinking too much

Before I spilt a drop.

Falling from Grace,

She was a lovely woman,

Too good for me then

Proud to say

I recognised it

Got the worst side of the bargain

For a while

Before finding my feet

Became something better

Took my place,

Held on.

I took the time

To recognise the value

Of what I had

Even as it was lost.

Nurturing is everything

Giving it

Taking it.

Building a future

Out of nothing

Making it into something.

Watching the world

Go by

And not feeling left behind.