Original Poem Written by J.A.R

“As the sun turns in for the evening, I find myself seated on a park bench

It was empty before I came along

Probably will be that way after I take my leave

And when I glance over to the vacant spot beside me, I became aware

I am alone.

As the sun could no longer be seen, I cradle myself on a park bench

The wind spins in one direction and the air grows cold

My shaky shoulders and shivered spine

Leaves me breathless for a few minutes or so

As the sun rests, I repose myself on a park bench

Fragment words come to mind

They muse the notion of a secluded soul

Whose mirrored image reflects that of the clear space

It is a choice.

As the sun readies itself for tomorrow, I lift myself up from a park bench

My remote island for one

Light reigns but so does darkness, the latter scares mostly

Encountering is the beginning, acknowledging is the continuation

It takes time”