I May Have To Stop Looking

I don’t even care where
this red balloon’s come from today.

If it’s escaped from some celebration
don’t say.

I’m weighed down
by all the information that comes my way.

I know, I know, I’m a part of this
cursory glance can’t quite take it all in situation.

You’ll probably run your eyes over this,
as I would,

have an inkling of what I’m going on about
and move on

to the next one;
a swan

reflected trees in a river
a flower

an unsuspecting passenger on the tube
a landscape

a selfie
a kelpie

or a slice of urban architecture
perhaps.


Take five