An Autumn Sketch
This chair is meant for two, and I sit on it alone,
most of it untaken. Here in a park,
there will be no one in prospect to take up the other end,
for people may go in and out of the same space
and let the same used air come in and out of them,
but not likely share the concrete recess in front of a tree.
I mobilize one leg away from the ground, and it sits toward me
almost as high as I, so we are two people on a tryst.
Beyond the lawn, container trucks are exhibiting
a moving wall of advertisement segmented between poles of firs.
They stand so tall as if they have always been so proud, never looking
down or back, that its ascension into the sky becomes fiercely frail.
I stand up on the chair and find myself in a meadow
divided and contained by serpentine jogger’s paths.
September 22, 2008