Monday, March 11, 2013

Picnic in the park

carrying stones
of loneliness
in her cheap
Woolworth’s handbag
she stumbles
& staggers
from park bench
to park bench
searching for meaning
...for a future
...for something remotely
related to love
& friendship

by the small pond
she sees Jesus
treading water
while holy humans
throw prayers of wanting
into his drowning arms
& crying children
demand attention

from her handbag
she unpacks her past
& spreads it
on the grass
for all to bare witness
before swallowing
the world’s misery
& dying
by the daffodils