The Observer

The river glitters
Like hundreds of shining diamonds.
The sun is kind.
Birds dart about overhead
And leave as quickly as they came.

I have come here to be soothed
By the simplicity of nature,
Apart from the hustle of the city.
Tucked away in a shady 
Outdoor seating area.
I drink my latte slowly,
As I am accustomed to the opposite.

There is nothing to do,
Nothing to accomplish,
Nowhere to be.
I am left with the contents of my mind.
Distraction. Desire. Expectation.
The three old hags that never seem
To rest in their art of seducing the ego.

Shift gears and turn inward. Ask the questions. 
Reflect.
Turn the game around. 
I am my thoughts.

I am, I am, I am.