My poem

Herbert Von King Park

I walked slow
under green light,
where sunlight broke
through trees
and rested on the path.

Birds moved through the air,
footsteps passed behind me,
voices drifted
then disappeared
into the wind.

I sat still
long enough
to hear the park breathing.

A bench,
a shadow,
cool grass,
rough bark
beneath my hand.

A bottle cap glinted
beside a loose stick,
small things
left behind
but still part of the scene.

The more I looked,
the more I noticed.
The more I noticed,
the more I felt
connected.