A Stone Bench

So stands a stone bench,
alone...under a tree.
Beckoning for an interlude from solitude.

We walked out to join it.
Accepting from it what limited comfort it offered.
Though physical comfort was not what we sought.

And what we discovered on that stone bench,
under a tree,
was unexpected,
at least for me.

The fresh night air invigorated our words.
We communed...we connected...

His smile...
His eyes...
His shoulder pressed to mine...

The boyishness in which he opened his life
to me
was tender
and pure.

Was the bench merely a catalyst for conversation?
Conversation that may have occurred
in another time
and place
with the same results?

Or is each moment finely tuned...
Each detail precisely arranged...
Each encounter intricately and divinely designed...

Significant?
A stone bench
under a tree
in a yard?
His shoulder pressed to mine...

I know what I believe,
How about you?

 

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