I slept on a park bench here,
and now I am back for a more
mature reason called work.
but then I am downtown
with a massive headache,
late for a meeting when I find
myself literally across the street.
from the train station
that houses the bench,
the one that held my head
when I was lost in the nation.
it's weird how life comes full circle,
and it is weird how benches have
always played a real role in many of my days,
they are tangible themes of love and transfiguration.
I guess at this thought,
and skip the meeting,
because canceling a meeting is
the greatest gift you can give another human being.
I go into the train station,
and find that it has been renovated
and all the benches are new,
which figures fine just in time.