Park Benches

Park Benches are a lot more comfortable than you would think.

Not that I would chose a it over a matress.

But benches give something that a bed cannot.

The wooden planks supporting my spine,

as the winter chils wisp around the ground.

THe sun rises and I watch.

Novel.

light is a novel thing.

Something, that I eat instead of food and words,

Something, that I know is mine.

Looking back?

We don't really own anything but fives.

Five fingers
Five toes,
Five diffrent names in life:

parent
sibling
lover
enemy
friend

But here, in the parks

I am in six.

Six senses
Six stages of life.
Six ways to write a poem
and i chose the seventh.

My way.

So park benches give me meaning,
but a matress gives me comfort.

Who said creativity was a walk in the park?
And that is not novel.