sitting still

by choice

on a park bench

is a gift

as is relishing the cooling breeze


when I become cold

I can go home

by choice

at anytime

that until that moment comes

I can remain on the park bench

watching butterflies glide by

with no need to immediately rise

unlike the woman in black

I passed on my way to the park

her plastic bags bursting with belongings

trailed by a policeman

a sweet young man

he tipped his hat to me politely



~ by justmorgan on September 17, 2012.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: