Shoeless in Seattle

They perform folk music unrehearsed,

Name a key and play a song,

Mostly Mumford & Sons.

I sit on the bricks

Soaking it in—

The sounds, and the chill of the stone.

I hum, they sing

In their own world,

Uninterrupted by my presence.

My shoes long gone,

My toes caress the pavement

Feeling the texture kissing my feet.

Leaning back, resting on the ground

Watching the night sky dance

With the branches of the trees and their whispering leaves.

I spot a glossy strand of spider web

And catch it on my hand—then play with it between my fingers

Until it stretches to nothing.

I live oblivious to the world.

I rise and walk the circle of bricks

And twirl, wishing I could dance.

Surely, this must be the epitome of content.