In Solidarity With Beauty

Aimless as the breeze

That blows through the trees

In this park

I sit in solidarity with beauty.

With no longing for the young

Bodies I see, no concern for the time

Despite the ringing of the bells.

My tongue searches for no words

To explain the matter to myself.

This moment will last as long

As it takes me to figure out

That it is just a moment

And it will pass as any good thing must,

And this recognition is just as pleasing
As the moment itself.