Resting, motionless, physically at the end of the day,
I see the hours just past,
Their peaks, clear from the sun soaked slopes,
Obvious to me as I reflect on my day with humanity.
Silently I congratulate myself on the wins,
A gleaming landscape viewed from afar,
Not focused on the detail,
But rather the result.
Then, suddenly, a twinge of the soul,
Piques my interest, not in a good way.
The shadows and valleys are teaming with others,
Unnoticed by me with my wide angle lens.
The shade blinds me temporarily,
But if I squint and ignore the mountaintop,
I can see a farmer ploughing,
Someone swimming in the river. A shopper just buying.
All I need to do is pause and notice.