It is easy to get lost.
People go missing inside themselves all the time.
They keep moving down mental corridors
even after they have run out of mental bread crumbs.
They walk past memories of Disney animation
and parable stained glass windows cracked slightly open.
They read snippets of DNA sequences
exposed on organ walls.
They bump into bones
and bounce like pinballs in new directions.
Mostly they return in a few seconds or minutes.
But not always. Not always.
copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney
2 thoughts on “Distant Stare From a Park Bench”
Really clever and true with amazing metaphors. I love this poem.
Thank you Linda.