The sun sets in the hills,
and with its last light
the small town shutters
its gaudy delights,
light shows, motorboats, theme parks,
alcohol shops.
I resent the rush,
it’s chop chop just about everywhere
and it gets on my nerves sometimes.
Repeat, yet be restless throughout?
God!
I sit still,
looking at the lake
turn orange, and red,
and grey.
A bird steadies itself
against a strong gust of wind
and flies off.
A woman with blonde hair, sunglasses,
and shockingly hideous skin,
takes pictures.
Stillness.
I run vacuum in my head.
Be here. You don't want to miss this.
The scene is stretched like an artist's canvas,
mesmerizing, hypnotic.
Are you here?
Soon, the colors begin to fade
and darkness envelopes this small world.
I sit still, watching.
On the other side of the lake
settlement of houses lights up
like an anxiety.