playground
where am I
everyday finding myself
in a new place
not a one of them
familiar
some places are cutting edge
others seemingly ancient
everywhere steadfast faces
taking to the imperfect streets
doing only what they know
silence follows
as evening turns to dusk
the heavens open
I am lost in thought
stargazing
always faraway like tomorrow
I practice patience & passion
eyes locked on the dark sky
believing I’ll awaken yet again
to this place I call playground
june two thousand twenty-one
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Truly thought-provoking. I didn’t get how deep the meaning was until the last line.
Thank you for visiting & commenting on this piece, Jen 🙂
Excellent poem, John.
Thank you, Tara.
I’m re-reading “in the middle of somewhere” right now. I just adore your poetry. Love the way you say things.
thank you again. I wrote my intro/preface today for my chapbook (needs rewriting). I hope to have something to you by next weekend. 🙂
How exciting! 💕
‘steadfast faces talking to imperfect streets….’ and many more in this poem. This was really very well-written.
Thank you very much, Padmini!