At The Park

I'm in a park among silent people
and screaming trees
Watching children being told how to be
While chasing giant bubbles worry-free
There's a welcome breeze
After many hot days It's a blessing
And a reprieve

I sit on a bench made of steel
painted in forest green
A flashback to when I was a teen
With my parents always worrying
About what I had done and
Where I had been

On my left, there's a trendy stroller
and a designer change bag
left unattended and
Then inevitably behind
The mom holding her child
hurried home to beat the sundown
They must have been from
The better part of this town

As the daylight fades
And the last jogger waves
I wonder why we are so afraid
Of the things we can not see
And not so much of the ones
we are led to believe?