Loose verse written sitting in an outdoor chair, under an awning of the car repair place, during a warm all-day rain
When did I become my grandfather,
an old man whose only pastime is
sitting in a chair on a sidewalk
watching the weather
looking at people passing by
looking at his thoughts passing by
not distracting himself with a book,
a phone, a game, a podcast,
food, not even coffee (well, apart
from my thermos sitting on the ground beside me)
Sitting waiting on my car to be worked on,
I’m content not feeding my mind with
others’ ideas or imaginations
Just sitting quiet and still
part of the landscape
part of the weather
