Saturday, In the Park

Saturday, in the park,
Let’s go out there
            on a lark
To see what we can find
To pass away the time
When it’s winter
           and the sun is out
And the day seems more
                             like spring.
Will we meet someone new
            or something else, too?
Of course, who knows
           until we get there,
Finding our way
                           on Saturday.

See the monkey
           in the gingko tree.
Does it look like
you or me?
It certainly sounds like
it could be
Afraid of us,
you and me,
Because our differences
                   are plain enough
for all to see,
In the park,
                   on Saturday.

Watch the puppies
                  chasing leaves
Upon this barren,
                  snowless green,
In the park on Saturday
And like the children,
here to play.
Or maybe too, just
to breathe
The air so fresh and
clear of dust
Here in the park,
                on Saturday.

Old ones watch
                the children play
From a bench
                    near the entryway
While pigeons gurgle at their feet
Where they sit
                   upon their wooden seat
Now lost in reverie of times
                                                     long past
That brought them to
                   this place at last
To seek their comfort in the sun,
While upon the green
                   they all have fun
In their park,
                   on Saturday.

Whether young or
growing old;
 Who or what or what
we’re told
Does not matter.
Who could care
When it’s winter and the sun
is there, now warming
To all who come this way
            on a snowless day to
Climb a tree or
   warm a bench,
To rest our legs or
                       run and play
As one and all,
            skinny or fat,
Sporting fur
                    or a knitted cap,
Here and now,
  all together
On Saturday,
            in the park.