Outside The Restaurant Window

"Outside
the restaurant window...
the reddening trees...
stand perfectly still...
under low cloud cover...
Lunch is over...
as I look around
for a sparkling thought...
or a poem...
to shake up the shroud
hovering over me...
No jewels...
freshly minted
in my mind...
present themselves...
but I smile
as I recognise...
that like a sleepy
afternoon turtle...
somehow...
I have inched
from the top...
to the bottom
of the page...
before me....."
.......Quester.