There’s an old empty bench some place, Beckoning for someone to sit. I think it quite a lonely wish, Longing, for something to use it.
It overlooks an ocean Or is nestled in the trees. It’s a place of memories, Where you can listen to the breeze.
Some days I just pass by it, Although it calls my name, While other times I am compelled, To sit, I can’t explain.
It isn’t immensely pretty, But surely holds fast and true. This bench in the middle of nowhere, Was placed there for me and you.
© Bonnie L DiMichele 2018 I traveled to Monterey last weekend and took a walk from Cannery Row to Pacific Grove. I had to set my camera down at one point to just look, listen, and marvel at the gorgeous places we share in California. I know this state isn’t perfect, but on any given day, it sure can seem that way.