I sit
26/06/2023
I sit at the park.
Observing the green, the fullness, the shallowness of the water.
I sit and listen to the tamed russtle of the wind, to the quick small steps of life hidden from vision.
I sit and feel, the waves of wind lift my hairs, the hard surfaces under my feet and nails.
I sit and see, the slow-reaching trees and the curvy yet sharp patterns they provoke, that scream nor in need or relief, the repeated movement of overgrown green breaks to find new seed,
while I sit.
I wrote this whilst at my favourite spot in a park on a bench.
