Insignificant


The rush of traffic
slowed as time
delicately
and quietly
painted the sunset
across the city’s skyline
I found an empty park bench
stained with the fading light
and stretched
while waiting in amazement
for the stars to discover a new night

I know to some
this magical show is somewhat insignificant
another day ending
another night beginning
and so on and so forth
but to me
on this rather lonely park bench
and in the midst of time standing still
it’s more than vibrant colors
decorating windows and buildings with the sun’s warmth
it’s home

I enjoyed reading this.

Nice write...