Benches

Benches about me
Routinely passed
Of stone
Faded wood
Under trees
Peaceful
Next to roads
Littered
With the aftermaths of lives

Benches
On platforms
In hallways
Polished and abandoned
Under lights
Bright
Fading
With the afterthoughts of lives;
I'll sit
And stare
Laugh a little
Cry
Write about these benches
That come into my life
Our conversations
Histories
Under stars that shine
Bright
Dim
Natural and conceived
Like the afterthoughts of life
Abundant
Ever-present mysteries...

Where shall I sit first?
©2010cchristopherbess