I am sitting on a bench in the town’s center.
I see people smile as they walk by.
Once I sit down, I feel a breeze.
The sunlight is filtered by a tree near me.
The sun moves through the sky.
The shade I enjoy will not last long.
I feel like I am home here.
I talk to a friend about my life.
I grow in peace every day.
The things I need will come in their own time.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.