Posted by: Meghan | September 5, 2010

September 4, 2010

If I could…

If I could be an old wood bench,
I’d want to sit in a garden.
What sights I’d see there,
the small details, so easily overlooked…
Bees landing in a flowers
flitting from one to the next,
small spiders, building homes
where marigolds soak up the sun,
the wind, the rain.
My weathered marks would tell you,
I’ve sat through it all.
I’d watch as people come, then go
maybe returning years later–children in tow.
I’d see caterpillars turn to butterflies
and seedlings sprout and run their course
entire lifespans, before my eyes,
entire neighborhoods there too.

Yes, if I could be an old wood bench,
I’d want to sit in a garden
where I would know how to measure time in seasons,
and be unconcerned with hours.

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