There rests a bench on an unshadowed theatre

Without spotlights or props

The warmth has spread with equal measure

Each blade of grass is touched

The wind spins smooth like peanut butter

Where I sit and watch

Centered like a staged actor

Fixed without a plot


The plain is comfortably even

Spread out in a disk

Like mirage shimmers over Eden

The blades busily fidget

My thoughts run out to jump and scatter

Silent on that stage

On my bench I am the center

And the entertained