The mind at rest
Without a thought
For the two trees
At either side
Of the road
Without a clue
To the two road signs
One at each side of the road
Or the car
Which passes by
Before leaving me
To let my mind
Be at rest
Be at rest I say
Down this narrow lane
Where to park
Feels like an indiscretion
That is, until
The delivery van whizzes by
On its way from nowhere
To somewhere else altogether
