Still, He Did His Time

He did his time, sitting in place

travelling only in his mind

finding his spot, he sat

daily, and there

he was, and in that place he began

taking in the scenery

listening to the many voices, until

peace became his sound

viewing the same routines

same movements-different bodies, faces

he sat there, watching

absorbing the elements-

regardless the weather, because this was his routine,

there, he remained still

but he escaped

into the vast highways of his mind

learning more of himself

or maybe regretting what became of himself

despite the crashing of thoughts and emotions

trying to decipher which was what

stoically his demeanor prevailed

never letting on

a show of contemplation

nor contention

solemn, tranquil, still

he’d smile

laugh

talk

then, silence

vanishing within his mind

insurrecting to an uncrowded place

there’s only him

nothing can be, without his ascent

and as he sat

and sat

and sat

he became and remained free

free for the moment

(…yard closed!)

until now

so he got up

but we all knew

he’d be right back

that’s how he did his time, still

and still,

he did his time

his name was

Mr.E