He’s seen kids sitting on stones
when the sun was sitting on rooftops.
He’s seen a woman waving
as she sat on the beach
on a day that was
sitting beside her like a friend.
He’s seen a car sitting patiently
at the curb while a whole city
sat silently around it
at three-seventeen a.m.
He’s seen stones sitting
in peace in a world of war,
grass sitting on the restful soil,
the soil sitting with its families
on the suspended and soothing earth.