Contemplative
For just a moment I am still,a pause-button instant
of quiet, relaxed contemplation.
And what, you ask,
so engages my mind?
Well no one knows for sure.
Could it be that I’m worrying,
fretting for a friend
or stressing over school and work?
Perhaps I am pondering--
mentally exploring life and death,
reality, religion, the universe…
Or maybe it’s something silly.
I am thinking of dropping a penny
on the pigeon perched below me.
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