The Invite
The Invite
Today if you were here
what would I say,
That I saw a park in an unknown part,
That I stopped the car,
And embarked.
Today if you were here
what would I say,
That I lost my way
and just didn’t care.
That a cul de sac
with a canopy of branches,
And an empty bench;
Two standing pots of plants,
was beckoning at me.
So I went and sat.
That I heard a rumbling noise,
blending with the siren of a fire truck,
That hurriedly passed by.
Now my mind said get up
I am much inclined
To investigate,
that rumbling noise
At the periphery of the park.
Silly me!
this unnecessary quickness,
Just to see,
two men with machines,
Grooming the bushes!
But beyond that what I see
is,
Spectacular!
Natural beauty.
If you were here
There would be perhaps,
A different kind of thrill to see what I see.
You would say maybe,
There is so much serenity.
Then you would speak eloquently,
With a fresh perspective,
of all that is vastly expansive.
Not perhaps in the same order,
Of an age-old predicted future.
I can speak for myself
And of the spark of joy
I feel ;
In taking unexpected pauses,
Filling unoccupied benches,
People watching,
perfectly perched,
Atop a captivating curve.
A waterfall so miniature,
That I lean closer to it in laughter.
Of a few glistening fish,
They say
in a koi pond.
I stop and admire.
And a few more,
Random structures standing.
Three children running,
one man reading,
Eight empty benches waiting,
and waiting.
Big void, daydreaming.
And that I can say,
even if you are not here.
That I am.
In a different location,
no plan, no fear.
Yet mildly startled by the sudden fall,
Of a frail crispy cluster.
Bear in mind, I paid my visit;
I did not ignore her call;
The guest so, prepares to leave
Fulfilled.
Two more benches to refill.
That the man
in dark glasses and blue shirt
Too, emptied his seat.
In the horizon,
In the disappearing daylight,
The last few chirpy tweets
Of birds above trees.
And In that stillness
In the approaching twilight ;
The park (this time)
beckons to the night.
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