While sitting on a Park Bench (waiting for husband, while he buys me a bottle of water)


Sounds of a city, Hush Child!
soft footsteps behind, "No! You didn't" fades away.
Clip clip of high heeled shoes in a hurry.
Slap Slap of sandals on a college age young woman with books to match.
Hair swinging.
Is it a test that furrows your brow or something else?

Squeal of tires at the light.
Space of one car, space of two
Impatiently waiting.
Vrrom off they go.

Beep, Honk, That's my space
Mechanical voices of taxi's argue for space
In front of the hotel.
There, enough room for two.

Bang, trunks close. Click small wheels roll.
Whish, hotel door closes.

"Yes, it was great!"
"Oh, man. I missed it!"

Then silence.
A world hushed on a caught breath.
Where did the sounds go?

Soft sneakers, soft shoes.
It comes back.
Just a pause to let the breeze through.

No traffice for a space.
Then, it caught it's breath.
And got a second wind.

Here it comes again.

Click, click click goes the chair.
Here he is,
In the wheelchair.
With the water.

Adding to the unending unrythmic sound.


@ April 17, 2012