Trapped

I rest on

The stiff wooden bench

With a view of the lake.

I scroll on my phone,

Oblivious.

I then look to the heavens,

But see little there,

Just endless ribbons of cloud

Strung over blue.

Around and around,

Plunging downward,

Soaring.

Floating, 

Just for a moment.

A bird,

Lost in ecstasy,

Unaware of the coming end.

Slowing, drifting down,

We stop.

Whisked away,

In a dark unknown.

Long fingers pull us out.

Scrutinize.

We’re unlaced,

Laced again,

Step by step we thud against the ground.

White turns to gray,

Soles become worn,