A Still Witness — Reflections of a Park Bench

A Viator Poem

Perhaps I was placed here for such a time as this —
to be a presence for those in need,
to be a place of solace from the world.
People come to me and expect peaceful rest.
And I am able to provide it for them.

Such responsibilities we carry with us, but
perhaps I was placed here for such a time as this.
Listening ears can be hard to come by.
An understanding heart rarer indeed.
But my invitation is open to all.

Some walk on by without saying a word.
I don’t take offense; it’s not their time.
Perhaps I was placed here for such a time as this,
to be alert for when the need does arise.
And then I’ll welcome them with open arms.

I’ve listened to friends share their joys and fears.
A refuge was given to distraught souls, tears caught.
I’ve served as a place to gather thoughts.
Perhaps I was placed here for such a time as this.
Oh, the fortune to have been assigned such purpose!

I’ve been witness to proposals and goodbyes.
Readers and writers visit me often.
A park bench worn smooth by time, full of stories.
Memories linger long after footsteps fade.
Perhaps I was placed here for such a time as this.