A Perfect Day, June 1993

We don’t see things as they are; we see things as we are. — Anais Nin

Once
I sat so still for so long
at a park bench
(smiling, thinking, drifting)
that a little bird landed on the toe of my shoe and pecked for seeds
in the sole.

Children were playing
It was a sunny day with clouds
(not rain)

I need only sit: That day
still lives and gives me peace
and a smile
I am
transported

Could we all go back children
bird there
could we all feel so good sunny day
then clouds
now

Could we

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