Picnic in the park

 

carrying stones of loneliness
in her cheap Salvo handbag
she stumbles
and
staggers from
park bench
to
park bench
searching for meaning

...for a future
...for something remotely
related to love
and friendship

while by the small pond
she sees Jesus treading
water
while holy humans
throw tired prayers
of wanting
and
longing
into his drowning arms

from her handbag
she unpacks her life
and
spreads
it on the grass
for all to bear witness
before swallowing
the world's misery
and
dying all alone
by the daffodils