Myaogu'irce Park: Tuesdays with Jonathan

As I sat, hunched forward in a gaze. My arms draped beside me and my eyes glazed. I watched him, carefully I watched what he did. His actions astonished me. What ever it was I saw him do. He looked tense, and was always hard at work. He looked over at me, from time to time with a scowl. I think he liked me, like I gave him something to do some how.


So I just sit on the bench and stare at him from across the park path. He kneels and grabs. Then pulls up whatever he has. He'd wave his hand around, or examine something closely. Every now and then something would require him to stand, and he'd take a deeper stab at it, with whatever tool he had in his hands. These tools he used were all in his head, my dad had said. I didn't believe that though. Tools can't be in your head, what good would tools do you there? He introduced me to his fish once, though I couldn't find it in the grass. He told me the fish's name was Chris, and that it didn't like carrots. I never talk to him though, because my dad told me not to. My dad told me he was mad, and that if I talked to him he might hurt me, and I didn't want that. So I just watched him work with things, and stared at him from the bench across the park path.


Sometimes he puts things in his bag. Though I never see these things that he has. All I see beneath him is grass, and I never see that in his hands. But still I follow his actions, and keep a watchful eye, you never know what he might find. Sometimes he jumps up and chases something fast, and it gets away. Then he returns to his work. At the end of the day he brushes off his pants and picks up his bag. Then he leaves, so I go home to eat and sleep. I know he won't be there tomorrow, he only works on Tuesdays.