Monday Morning

This is a poem about hours spent at the park.

I woke up before dawn in a confused state of mind

And I stayed awake until daylight

It was a Monday morning and I had nothing to do

I couldn't cope with the trials of life anymore

Contentious people kept looking for trouble

I wanted to find happiness and serenity even for a day

So I left home in a hurry for a long walk

 

It was the first time I forgot to wear a mask

I bought one from a female vendor on the roadside

My shadow was right under my feet

I wasn't sure where I was going,

But I had to go somewhere to meditate

I was walking aimlessly in the hot sun

Lots of vehicles drove past me along the way

 

I walked a few miles until I ended up at the park

There were many settings from which to choose

I sat on a hard bench near the walkway

A strong cool wind was blowing from the east

The limbs of the trees were shaking

I relaxed in the shade of the Bauhinia x Blakeana

 

A number of people were in the park

Some were sitting by themselves

Others were sitting in twos and in groups

Children were playing everywhere

And there was a peaceful atmosphere

The lawn was covered with beautiful crabgrass

Oil palms were waving in the wind

 

I felt like writing something while I was there

And I wrote this poem about my experience

I spent exactly four hours in the park

The time slipped away faster than I expected

I didn't intend to leave the location so soon,

But I left when I received a phone call from someone

Author's Note

Enjoy the reading.