The River Today

Nothing changes on the river today.
The silver water lies in its bend
As it always does;
The iron bridge spans the reach
Carrying busy ant-line cars and
Their monotonous drone.

The sky of grey-white clouds
Gives a bland light
That casts no shadows,
While trees stand solemnly benign,
Lacking the breeze that riffles leaves,
The wind that bends boughs.

From the verandah,
My eye roves easily
Across this pale non-descript,
And, reassured that
All's well in the world,
I turn to my book again.