He lies beneath the tree
His crutches leant against
His mobility scooter
He has told me his story
Or a small part of it
Which resonates
His knees are raised
Perhaps this is a more
Comfortable position
He is in the shade
Which maybe also helps
Does he contemplate
On death
Does he meditate
On life
Is his despair
A thing I have never known
He is a musician
That is
I know he plays guitar
He smiles, he laughs
He makes me
Smile, and laugh
He has a spirit
Which is infectious
He has a story
Which he dared to tell
