a rhythm of life

  Sitting at a table

by

The side 

of 

A busy street

Sipping Coffee

Usual sounds 

Hone

of

Speeding traffic

Footsteps

Chatter 

of

Passer By's

People of all ages  

"Strangers"

On their way

From

and

To

Somewhere

Above

at

A slow pace

Clouds Sweep 

along

Their own Pathways

Here 

now 

Then Gone

Maybe

Not unlike my thoughts

simply

Passing through