To be a cloud-watcher

Sometimes I think I want to be like a sage,

a cloud-watcher,

a dog sitting by the bay—

a thing content to not partake;

Like a lazy fisherman untroubled by the day

a lizard bathing in the world’s ways

simple enough,

astute enough, 

to never watch,

but, only see;

to just be 

but, never really live.

1915. Brown, Benjamin Francis; Poems of life in the country and by the sea. Sloan Foundation.

1 Comment

  1. Stuart Ripper says:

    …awesome,,,sounds like my life….just plain old-retired..going fishin…sea you there brother…amen.

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