the gift...of a rest...after twenty three miles...

After travelling twenty three miles and half
his lungs needed a puff
and he thought
'why not? lets stop
for a while...
a half and twenty three miles...
after one needs to take rest...
a bit...on a wooden bench...
beside a park...
the sky opening to light from the dark...
the whistleblower on his way...
the light has endowed the day
already with Faith...'
He thought looking at the opening of the gate
of the church...
He thought after twenty three miles or so
having searched
he should sit for a while...

the wooden bench by the park
had moist dewy feel of the March
Though it had been April...
and soon the May would begin...
but the wooden bench...
had a dewy feel...

So he sat...
putting to rest all...
the engine...
the silencer still hot...
the dripping and cooling sound of the thing...
like a moving mild ticking of a clock...
on the bench by the park he docked
his ship after a voyage as if...
much like Ullysses...
tired,needing a rest
and always willing to go out again for the best...

and like a contemplative sage...
the Sun peeped...
out of the dark...from behind the hills
of clouds...
the Sun peeped...