I Have Sat
I have sat on
park benches and trains and schoolroom chairs;
I have wondered
what it is that keeps me there, alone, thinking
of nothing but
the space on either side, the distance between
the trees, the
press of a stranger’s knee, the space in front of me
and never
wished for more proximity than this, to the sky, to
the landscape
rushing by, to the blackboard or another’s desk.
It’s easy to
sit still, sit out, observe, listen, thinking of nothing
but the space,
the sky, the room, the railway carriage, my own
sweet place in a
hurtling world.