Ode to India Point
I go to the park and everyone’s there
The slipping hilltop riddle boys and the innocent thespians
The acrobats and me
The swimmers and divers
The midnight kissers and early risers
Women and men too young to be old
Chubby babies to make me forget the cold
I climbed the ledges like a kid
Wondering how it got as green as it did
…
Back at the park the very next week
People soaking up sun in the street
So many people I can’t look away
I want to stay here day after day
Hair trailing from the backs of girls where they sit
Dogs with smushed faces, millennials meditating
There are hoppers and skippers
There are shakers and word givers
Poets, cyclists, they all gather round
Just to blend their bodies with the ground
Feet swingers and runners
Ticklers and jugglers
Everyone’s in their party hat and big shoes
And I can’t help but wonder
How many people came here before
And sat on this bench
Slept on this grass
Sweat in the sun
And cooled in the shade
Spilled water on their pants
Had their first kiss
Or their third heartbreak
Or are somewhere in between
Hopeless wanderers
And focused thinkers
Who had revelations on the water?
I know it’s not just me.
…
I’m back at the park
And I have no fear
For all my lovely friends are here!
We all have been tilted
Closer to the sun
So our glory days have just begun
Pouting girl and her black-haired mother
The clams and rocks all kiss one another
The flowers are starting to wither
Summer is here! Summer forever
I am not alone I am not afraid
I think here at this park is where I’ll stay
The grass has grown thick and Lush
And I swam around it pink and flushed
I think I’ll stay here, forever I lay.