A COMPUTER IN THE PARK

A daily stroll
for my me time,
makes me whole
while under the sunshine.

Through the park,
I clear my mind.
Having made a mark,
I stop and resign.

I take time to sit and relax.
Just a moment off my track,
A park bench for me, empty,
I find a laptop with no appointee.

For whose could it be?
This machine in this park
Curiosity eats at me,
Sitting under this tree.

I turned on the laptop,
Like I was in a coffee shop.
But what I was to see
Put me in a frenzy.

Nothing but pictures
Embedded across the screen.
Pictures of my own leisure,
My own strolls through the park's green.

Pictures and Pictures
Displaying only me. And a note,
That reads, "Truly Yours."
What am I to make of this quote?

I could be frightened.
I could go to the police.
Rather I choose to be enlightened,
Supposing others want to make peace.

I have never had my own computer.
Now, this is truly mine.
So the gifter maybe a stalker,
It is not for me to define.
I received a gift
For which, I am on cloud nine.