Thursday, October 10, 2013

The comfort of distance.

My eyes dart left, right, 
back and forth 
my destination is supposed to be right here.
I could rest my weary body
but that bench's height is not quite low enough
for my short legs and that old man, who knows why he stopped there.

These benches could be harboring graffiti, old gum stuck among the railings, snot or.

My children ran around and chased each other and anybody else's child around these alleys. We sat and talked with strangers about everything and nothing, for hours,
Just yesterday.

I rush to my next scheduled fulfillment.

And children, they are now held  closely, all the time.


  1. the times have def changed...we worry more...maybe the scary things are more real, maybe they were better hidden....we've lost freedom and not even realized it....and who knows what is on that bench...we're not slipping slowly away are we, as a society?

  2. Yes they are, whether they realize it or not. So much truth in this, rosaria. It was...just yesterday. Thank you.

  3. I think the scary things were better hidden, or maybe they're all in our minds now.

  4. And time becomes a concertina of images...

  5. It's such a sad commentary on our times... And the question hangs in the air ... Did 'we' do this to each other?

  6. A place where we once felt happy and safe is now seen as threatening and not welcoming seems all too familiar. It is good to have the images from before in our hearts and minds.

  7. Our perspective changes. We both slow and rush more. How do we create what it is we want, within the confines of the way things are?

  8. What a beauty of a post this is. I loved your observations. Even though your post is quite short there is so much wisdom and experience in it. I completely loved it. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

    1. Indeed, Rosaria, indeed.

      Blessings and Bear hugs.

      P.S.: Another benefit of distance is that you are not likely to catch this da**ed pneumonia. It is not fun!