Sabbath on Hampstead Heath, 1993
A perfectly delicious flash of thigh.
A tiny blue toy sailboat slipping by.
A toddler falling, straining not to cry.
A soft and gentle wind rising, drives
A swan across the pond.
Subtle shades of green stand tall against a sky
Of pastel cloud-streaked blue.
A tall stone spire the only building seen.
The skyline is as God ordained;
And on this seventh day
The people rest, at play.