Repeating Myself

I’m the only one out here,

The benches all bare,

The sky full of clouds

And a chill in the air.

 

Yet it’s where I belong

Doing what I must do

And I’m lucky the river

Provides a great view.

 

Some joggers, some barges,

Some seagulls, some tugs –

A scene likely met with

Some “no big deal” shrugs.

 

Though I’ve said this before

Many times in a poem

On my bench by the river

I’m happily home.