I didn't want to plunge into the park -
  it felt so damp and gloomy...

So I made up my mind - another walk,
  going to Church,
    the one I didn't take last time
when I had had a special calling...

Back then I didn't obey,
  fell down and broke my knee
    and damaged my ring finger...

I had to stay in bed,
  was thinking long,
    I'm not recovered yet...

Tonight, however,
  't was too late,
    the city lit up lights...

I couldn't find my way...

So I turned round -
  the Church was on a hill 
    so glorious and simple and divine...

And unattainable for me tonight...

I walked inside the park...

It was mysterious as ever,
  with lanterns dancing on the water upside down
    like fire of forbidden lands,
     old trees and ducks
      and sometimes swans and seagulls...


It was the park 
   that I frequent
     when I am sick...

And so I love it...

   But it's not my home...




Sept.2, 2020