Park Bench

Sky
loyal blue
alone and emptying thoughts
sponging up sounds
of trees
laughter of children
the brush of breeze

She sits
young woman child
tresses long shimmer in sun
ripple in wind
notebook pen in hand
she dreams
constructing tomorrow

She sits
young woman still
long tresses flutter
shimmer in light
penning thoughts
eyes catch a sudden glint
she considers the diamond on her finger

She sits
tresses shorn
watchful eye on children
giggles and squeals born on breeze
(no pen found among juice-boxes and pacifiers)
she dreams silent
constructing their tomorrows

She sits
the same girl
tresses long ripple in wind
sun glints on silver threads
pen cradled in fingers unadorned
she spins dreams
constructing tomorrow