OLD MAN XII
All the seats are taken up
no room in the shade, estranged
a wilderness to wander alone
in unoccupied spaces, to simulate
the past in the moment, aromatic
fields of youth, folded in eucalyptus
and Pacific blue, behind this: today
sudden awareness, old years
that now burden, baggage of
an alien in your own land and age.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 11/17/2012
Somewhere over the Atlantic.