I sit on the wooden docks

Phone in hand, camera aimed

At the green-brown lake

Speckled with ducks, bread and sunlight.

A skip, a hop is all it takes

For me to escape

Into nature's embrace

Under the shade of a willow tree

I listen to insects hum

Drowning my thoughts

To match the calmness of the water.

To me, it's a small reprieve

From the clustered concrete towers

That in an hour, I'll return to

For her, it's through a screen

The freedom I have

Reduced to a moving picture in the palm of her hand

And I try to compress it all

In high resolution

As the ducks

Eat the rest of the bread

I've scattered over the lake.

Just realized that I haven't posted in a while, so here's another poem of mine. It's not metaphorical in the least, actually.