I took a trip to Ireland few days back. Two weeks of complete leisure. This was the first time I had taken a trip without any agenda or an itinerary to refer to. My childhood friends live there and my sole purpose was to spend some time with them. So those days there, were only about waking up when my body asked me to, sitting in the cozy sun-room and sipping hot tea, chatting away whenever we felt like or sitting in the quietness of each other’s company. We spent talking away late into the night. Some days when we felt like, we took off for drives along the beautiful country roads. On one such drive we stopped at a spot, where someone had thoughtfully put a bench. The moment I spotted the bench, one of my favorite poem just rushed through my mind.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
-William Henry Davies
It was as if someone had taken in the beautiful, breath-taking view of the coast, and thought that if one did decide to take the time to stand and stare, this was one perfect spot for it. The bench beckoned to me like a spell and I did just what it asked me to do. I sat and stared.