I like to sit on sun-lit benches
In crowds full of people
Nobody stays still. I watch them
Laugh, eat, run and linger
Watch them go.
I like to close my eyes and hear
All mixed up.
“Ate pancakes till I threw-up…”
Sometimes I wonder who each one is.
I give them their own backstories.
All made up.
A matador, running with bulls.
Royal princess in disguise.
Sometimes I see others sitting on benches.
Watching the whole world ebb and flow.
What do they see?