I Saw a Man Sitting On a Bench in Allison Park

Allison Park is in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey, overlooking the Hudson River

I saw a man sitting on a bench in Allison Park
Rain was pouring down from the skies
Tears were running down his face from his eyes
The sky was misty, gray.
Fog was everywhere, enveloping the man, his world, his town.

Not far away were lovers in a car.
Not sure if they meant to go for a walk, but not today.
Rained in.
They didn't care.

A man is sitting in maroon Ford Taurus with the windows halfway down.
He's reading the newspaper.
He seems to be reading the weather forecast--
"Mostly sunny, high of 74."
He chuckles and thinks to himself, "It's pouring down rain and 61--so what, didn't affect me!"

The man got up from the bench to go for a walk.
The trail was different--new trees in the place where he used to pray.
"I should come here more often," he thought to himself.
But he probably won't. He's not the pastor anymore.

I saw a man sitting on a bench in Allison Park.
He went for a little walk in the rain, then he left.
The sky was misty, gray, just like his life.
Fog was everywhere, enveloping the man, his world, his town.

Chris Rainey ©2009

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