my contentment

there are no issues to fight over here
just light and shadows
and the sun and collections of matter
that make them.

there are no crises to solve.
just breeze, chirping, the ground beneath my feet,
the hum of a metropolitan vehicle as it turns around.
peace is what it wants to be.

today it wants to be the poor fisherman
who likely will have no catch tonight.

it wants to be the translucent blue bag
that hovers filled with water in the harbour.

it wants to be the large quantity
and the quality of
my contentment
here on the sea.