He lays upon the same park bench-
everyday.
Day in/Day out.
His only sense of home-
belonging-
upon that one park bench.
He lays on his side-
always gazing upon the water fountain.
Such a calming scene for him-
A gentle lullaby he hears.
Upon such struggling times.
She looks across to the horizon-
swells of thought whirl along in rhythmic synchronicity-
mimicking the waves that yonder on-
and on.
Reflecting.
Thoughts and feelings?
Or,
may it just be-
symbolism.
Water.
Reflection.
Reflecting hidden emotions-
reflecting back-
at ourselves.
Ripples, upon water-
Floating along-
Elegantly-
With direction-
Clear blue-
Hypnotic.
Blue turns to brown-
Rubbish floats along-
Still with direction-
Elegance lost-
Pollution.
