May 2022
Bio Note: I love sitting in parks where the benches, empty or otherwise, are all contemplative of life. I feel free when surrounded with activities and people, just like one would on a wild journey. I have enjoyed making new friends through Verse Virtual community and I am thankful to the editor Jim Lewis for it.
Mission Bay Kids Park
An address I keep
when exploring the new neighborhoods,
the creek, the embarcadero and
the third street bridge,
trapping generations in its steely resolve since 1933.
At the playground, the whirling wind stirs the sand,
weaves the laughter, the chatter and the shrieks
into an invisible thread of routine and grief.
Somersaults on the bars, merry-go-rounds
and a tree gone bald with them all,
unites the lost and found
like the cotton clouds resting on the mountain tops.
Faces live and relive each
the fair that once was in a single divine shop
until that time of the waiting, of nothing,
nothing in the making.
©2022 Abha Das Sarma
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