Present Day Poet

Contentment

"He sat at the edge of the lake with his eyes downcast, mindlessly staring into the water.
Lines of concentration were etched across his forehead as if he were deep in thought. "Just another person of the billions." He sat there, watching the dozens of colorful fish darting back and forth under the glassy surface.

Contemplating and trying to grasp the understanding of what he was feeling. Hearing the echo of children's merry voices flowing in the wind. The sound of the autumn leaves rustling and the fallen ones brushing against the soft blades of grass.
And then there was the distant sound of cars, somewhere far away from where he was, only the faintest disturbance as if it were being carried along by the wind.
And the moment understanding struck, his eyes lit up and danced. He took a deep breath and let his eyes sweep his surroundings taking in everything, down to the most minute detail. He finally understood what it was. After everything he'd been through, here, out in the open, fresh air in his lungs, alone, he understood. Contentment was what he had been searching for all along."