Walking by my bench

Kaidon

             Walking walking Walking walking

They all pass by as I’m sat upon my bench

The scent of warm fresh rain on asphalt fills my lungs

Cars honk, engines hum, people talk, shoes scrape the pavement-

Sirens wail, the breeze chimes, doors open and close.

It brings comfort and safety to know that I’m surrounded by everything chaotic-

It eases the mind as tea makes you sleepy.

Busy streets express the voices that yell you’re doing it all wrong

The noise presents an opportunity to fight becoming their victim 

I sit on my bench and sort my thoughts whilst the road is still humming

Warm moist air allows my mind to race wildly

The bench Is comfortable, a sort of metal coated by thick rubbery black paint

They all pass by

Very few sit, for I have few words

I see why they walk

I have nothing more than a seat on my bench

Or so the liar tells me

The longer they sit the longer my paragraphs become

The longer they sit the further my strings tangle

Those who are puzzled help me sort them 

They wish to put themselves in my shoes--

I’m not sure why they want my shoes or to tie the laces properly

They’re just shoes.

As I sit on my bench I go on a journey, admiring mountains and valleys

I reach far into the liars memory and attempt to fold laundry wrinkled years back

I did not choose to toss the laundry into the bin

Far too many tasks at hand to pick up a book and learn the art of folding laundry

Perhaps I was promised a helper that never arrived.

So it was thrown in for her to sort on this warm city street.

Favorite visitors come often

They arrive each day like clockwork

Some come and never do once more.

I’m sat upon my bench

The streets taste of a warm mocha topped with whipped cream

It suddenly brings internal warmth and energy without ever asking.

I consider for a moment that each and every walker has a story

I wish to hear them all for I’m only held back by running myself dry

A sponge can only squeeze so much water

So I rest here remaining a distance

& await the next lost soul to get lost with

  • Author: Kaidon Foster (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2023 08:56
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
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