Music Unknown

Dignified, dressed impeccably for any weather,
The Asian lady in her slow determined walk
as she exercises circling round our  blocks of units
ignores
the Asian business man with laptop
who brushes past on his pursuit of gain;
ignores
the boy on the skateboard who trickily flicks it up to hand,  
silencing for a moment the clacking of its trucks on pavers
then steps round past her to resume his precipitate dash.

She probably does not notice the planes that pass above
as regular in their  schedule as is she,
nor the trains that pass on the nearby suburban line.

Her circling of the paths around the block is like that of planets,
Serene, untroubled by the other movement around her.

Seated on my exercise bike upon our balcony   
I am the only stationary one among them all,
observing those who pass into and from my view.

Progressing nowhere, I am prone to speculating.
My mind moves on in time while I stay in one place.
I think on the planets and their empyrean circling song
and ask of myself and about the ones who pass
Where  is the song that gives this movement meaning?
Hidden deep, I  fear, under a weight of words
and muffled deeper still  beneath the weight of years.

I am as aged as is the Asian lady
and we each move deathwards in our differing ways
while movement and worlds' music surrounds us both.

I envy her her deliberate dignified pace.
She keeps a serenity I can not achieve.