I saw a man in a wheelchair
pause on an asphalt path
overseeing the roll of the park
in the dimming light of early evening
listening to the sounds and rustle of geese,
squirrels and chipmunks, the crunch
of walkers through acorns and leaves;
a man and woman arguing deep in the pines,
their lies, her sobs, his shouts,
audible in echoes
Across the green there was
a father and daughter kicking
a soccer ball over grass,
young mothers jogging behind strollers,
a young poet chalking the last few lines
of a sidewalk poem,
lovers kissing on the bridge
over a pond downhill
under the branch of a plum tree
When the earth shifted slightly
and the sky began to dissolve,
the man in the wheelchair
witnessing the world in motion
for the past half hour
executed a u-turn and spun
into the shadows of dusk
I wanted to chase after him
but I don’t know what for
or what I could possibly say