The question of the bench

In the city park just around the corner,
at the end of a twisted trail.
on a boardwalk by the beach,
the bench waits.

At night the gates locked,
All day as hikers pass,
After we've flown home,
the bench waits.

Whatever long meandering steps brought you,
Hesitant, purposeful or nonchalant,
Graceful, trudging or malevolent -
You arrive.
The bench has waited.

Have a sit.
Shake the pebble from your shoe,
See the mountain within reach.
Don't feed the squirrels or ducks.
Smell the sea.


A moment alone,
Lover in your arms,
Grandchild on your lap,
Puppy's eyes look up.

Enjoy this moment, this day.
Sun against your cheek.
Rain on your hood.
Sandwich, falafel or rice ball

Have a sit and think about your life.
What do you want?
What are you doing with your life?
The bench no longer waits. The wait is over.
What are you doing with your life?

who is my current best friend and why

This one is easy

Every day she is exposed to the best and worst of me. Every day she remains true.

Every day my fuse is lit. Every day she continues.

Every day I have a great idea for how she can improve. Every day she makes her world a little better.

I decided to devote myself to her happiness. Every day she let's me be me.

Every day (well most days) I decide to love her. Every morning, wherever we are in the world, she makes oatmeal.

Every day I discuss plans for our future. Every day she loves dogs, plants, children.

Every day (well most days) I try to become better. Every day she thinks about osprey and beavers.