for now

a slice of silence,

a momentary lapse

from reality,

the world right now

is no longer so big.

i am alone

on this bench,

and the world

is no larger

than that.

the world

moves, and it becomes

the pavement

beneath my feet,

the slap

slap

slap

of wet shoes

on wet concrete,

the world

is no more

than the makeup

smudged on my cheeks,

or the leaves

blowing gently

above my head.

the world is small,

the world is me.