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.

 © Philip Knight 2018