Amidst the thunder of the pulsing city, here is a refuge
The lake like glass, caressed by the kiss of the gentle breeze
Robins chatter above and around, playfully inviting others to this sacred space
Tourists pepper the rolling hills with their cameras and many tongues
Turtles sunning themselves on a boulder as they embrace the art of stillness
Leaves, tickled by the wind, undulate like dancers, first gentle and slow and then frenetic
The skyscrapers beyond stand cold and quiet like sentinels, but they do not bother the lake
Look! A fish jumping thrice out of the water to share his joy for living
I laugh to myself at the mystery of it all
Morning on the Central Park Lake by Alex Gaynor
