[From the archive]

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.
In time, I’ll take a new path.

William Wayne Smith