Bench

mostly wooden except for stone stanchions that support its framework
perhaps it also is a pew for to bench is to pray in spiritual circles
on a parkway facing traffic viewed between a few sparsely leafed maples
it is a resting spot for elderly, infirm and hopeless homeless who can
be resident there for a bench can be a stall for humans to house themselves
and what is an erection such as this where seated one can dream in darkness
of love as the headlights of the harried cars flash incandescent as the stars hidden
behind the occluded sky that threatens rain which is a heavenly pee draining
onto the earth driblets of holiness that wash the grime off of the bench
leaving it clean as a sacrament as it accepts the weary and the lost and
makes them blessed

 

Jan Cronos
Jan Cronos writes poems and fiction in New York City.