I sit at the edge of Lake Mulwala
Birds cry and fly overhead.
The flashing and glinting of the lake.
The flatness of it has the feel of summer ending.
Dark stumps of trees are black scarecrows.
Perfect perch for hungry birds.
The glub, glub, glubbing of restless water.
The cool breeze messes my hair.
Angry boats tear up the water with a roar
or attach themselves to cars and drive away.
Pale blue sky and warmth of the day
are in my mindfulness moment.
Now.
Soon they will be a memory.
But not yet.
