Self Contained

 

There used to be a man

who would sit here

on this bench

every day

gazing

at the view.

He was always alone.

He would stretch out his arms

across the back of the bench

so that he filled it,

completed it.

Though he was

always alone

there never seemed space

for anyone else

he seemed complete

in his aloneness

whole.

So there were no conversations,

or even “good mornings”.

He didn’t seem to need them.

So we all passed by.

And now

we can sit there

with the view,

with his view

and wonder where he is.

And wonder if he is still alone.

And wonder if he is lonely.

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© 2019 Lynn White

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/