Monday, August 29, 2005
Children's laughter permeates the air
as they play tag.
irises, tulips, polyanthas, daffodils.
I sit on my bench
mumble speeches to a countless audience
inside the theater of my mind
or lecture teen-age kids
who listen intently to every word
in the halls of my imagination
I see a couple kiss
their heads move from side to side
as if trying to find the right spot
where their lips are sweetest.
People stroll at a leisurely pace
others rush to get to their destination.
I should have seen the signs.
When all my friends in the office
had been replaced by a younger set,
I knew. But I was left to my own fearful foreboding.
Today, I have just to content myself
sitting on my bench
for the park is such a happy place.
But it can be lonely, too, on a rainy day
and all I have left in my heart is rain.
There's a lot of steps I have to retrace to bring myself back to where I can write again.