Does anyone want to know what the world of a lonely bench can be like?
Anyone curious about how to gather their thoughts from a bench session?
Do you need you to hear the tale of an open and honest internal bench chit chat?
Does it mean anything to the bench to have lots of visitors?
Is it important to get to understand why the bench is there and what it can do for you?
May you want to imagine yourself sat there taking in the view and reviewing your next hopes and moves?
Ready to act on perhaps?
Alone and cold on the bench
I can see all the things I need
I breathe and watch for movement
But mostly when the trees sway.
As another afternoon passes into red
Dreaming fields under the bench wait
For a chance collision of beats
From a hunger eating away from inside.
There's room for more on the bench
Even though my lonely, slouched frame
Is sat on this wooden thought throne
A far cry from its intentions.
Nothing happening, nothing that matters
The dimness spreads like fog
But the buildings catch the last wave
Of golden tears from sunshine.
From the bench I breathe out and in
Notice the sky line, cluttering, fading
Something from that is waiting
Waiting to take and work my dreams.
13th March 1996