Sitting

The bench where I once sat

and watched the world

is changing now

the trees and soft winds, gently stroking my face

crisp leaves- their crunch excitedly under my feet

Man- a circle- moving and shifting

pondering probabilities and what ifs

so small now- compared to what is

where I sat they are now standing

Shouting into the night

Thunder, smoke and screams-

yelling into a void, nothingness blue, red and white

shattered

Fire

A tense quiet

and still.. a bench stands sentinel