One Afternoon Poem by Cris Ben

one afternoon, i tried to take another stop
aside from my typical home and work
my feet led me to a park i often ignored
let my wilting bones just fall like a withered leaf to the ground.
my back softly pressed against this grass carpeted soil
its idyllic scent taking me back
to the plains and fields i was born and raised,
i once surveyed, i once wandered
catching dragonflies with bare hands
chasing childhood friends in a game of tag
flying kites underneath the blue sky, and,
playing in the monsoon rain
ruling the childish kingdom we have built
bursting in innocent laughters
dripping in sweat
reeking of the sun and the Earth
living
eternity-

and as i squint my weary eyes against the warmth sunlight
a mirage of photon-like things perform an ensemble-
all glittering
all dancing in random motions
swiftly moving
swiftly changing to pieces of memories
making me think of how my life spins now
forever busy and restless earning pennies
and seeming recognition from the world
under the galaxy of sharp eyes swirling around me
all which made me forget the beauty and joy of living
just under these clouds and the sky
in harmony with the gentle wind, steadfast trees,
calm waters and jubilant robins.