A short escape

 It is a spring day

Chilly breeze, warm sun, bright sky-

But I still feel cold with my full sleeves on

I feel comfort as I face my back towards the sun

I quickly escaped when, today, the bell wrung

Maybe they noticed me, perhaps not- but I didn't care

I don't feel bad, it doesn't bother me if they stare

I'm good on my own,

Sitting on a bench near the flags~

Admirals, Tennessee, USA.

When I reflect back, which I often do,

I know I've walked a long way...

I turn about to face the sun,

There are trees around, but totally bare.

Not all of them though; a few seem to know it's spring,

And so they've given some effort to turn green

Two people walk across the street.

I sit alone, cherishing my escape,

A short, a small, escape- from a world where I'm supposed 

To be - It's lunch, it's loud there-

 to a stone bench father away from the

School's parking lot- it's quiet here.

But the bell will ring soon.

I better go now.

I need to return to my life which I ought to live

And not escape.

                                     ~ Kripa Sarkar

PS: (March- 28- 2023) This was a quiet day when there was a different schedule in school and none of my friends had lunch when it was lunch time on my schedule! It was a lonely lunch- but I'm glad I wrote this poem...