Like a breeze

Thoughts like a passing breeze
Those pressing needy unnecessary thoughts
They come, let them
Just don’t invite them in for a cup of tea
Let them be like a chilling breeze
Let them touch and go past
Uncomfortable only a moment
Just don’t go back remembering the chill.

Poet in the Park

Dear ol’ poet in the park,
with a smile spread across the face
and hands in the air
you welcome passersby
to stop by your side for a while.
Be it sun or rain,
you’re there all day, every day.
A hope to the hopeless,
a pause for the busy,
a smile for a frown,
a joy for the moody.
When I stopped by and noticed the twinkle in your eyes
I realized that stars don’t just shine bright from afar,
they sing sweet poetic words of melody.

Don’t miss the chance to talk to Garrett Buhl Robinson outside the New York Public Library. *.*

I took a break from formalities and sat down on the floor.
To bask in the sunlight and look up at the blue skies.
I allowed a moment for myself and let out a content sigh.