Meaningful Pursuits

Through a wrought iron screen, can be seen

A random river of souls.

All going here and going there,

I'm reminded of sheep in the fold.

Now slowing down, something found,

Then moving on, no matter.

Looking at stalls, attention now calls,

They're all as mad as a Hatter.

A second here, a moment there,

A bustling carefree pageant
None looking duller, their splashes of color
All bumping along in this current

A father and child, a man with a pole
A group of young ladies out for a stroll
Impinging my senses, like breaking on shoals
As river meets ocean, arrives at it's goal