Has the archer ever fallen to love?
if so, he should know not to shoot his bow,
Impetuously into hearts, young and old,
wildly into crowds, taken and alone,
blindly into souls, some dead and forlorn,
some he picks one and condones the other,
how cruel of a game does the fairy play,
and yet he continues to pierce glass hearts,
with a simple flick of the wrist, we fall.
Majestically, how the plump king waddles,
as he galumphs pompously to his throne,
he glimpses outside with his beady eyes,
and chortles at the blistering storm.
the winds, she blows, bitter as to muster,
the bones in men, to rattle their spirits,
though brittle and weak they already were,
they slaved for a persona presented.
For what can a man of my own stature
Offer to the sun of my existence?
I love her too much to not let her go.
Alley Pond Park is a vast forest misplaced in a forgetting city. Although I have never seen it in a bird’s eye view, I imagine it as a blemish of green surrounded by neat rows of gravel and two story condominiums; all represented by a shade of gray.
This “blemish” was my neighbor for eight years. When I first moved to Oakland Gardens, I was an extremely reclusive child. Instead of going out to play with other children, my parents usually found me at home, lost in a world of pure imagination with my legos and toys. They felt it was unhealthy for a young child like me to linger at home, and advised me to find friends in Alley Pond Park across the street. I bluntly refused to leave the sanction of my home, not because I disliked human interaction, but because I was scared. I didn’t like trying new things, and preferred a systematic, traditional order. I’ve never been to Alley Pond Park, but I’ve always enjoyed the indoors, so why would I go out? They were extremely persistent, and after several days of badgering, I begrudgingly consented to their requests. My first impression of Alley Pond Park was that it was nuisance. Perhaps it was the irritation that I felt for being coerced outside that made me feel this way, but the park felt boring to me. I walked past the playground where all the kids were screaming and running, and continued along the meandering trails. However, as I continued my stroll and my frustration subsided, I began to enjoy myself. The deeper parts of the forest were tranquil and desolate, and the park eventually became my comrade which divulged me in its secrets.
There were countless things that the forest had shown me, such as an old swing tied onto a tree that creaked dangerously every time I kicked off the ground, a flight of stairs that seemed to never end, and a small pond that nested a barrage of cattail and tadpoles. One day, I was wandering around the trail when I heard a familiar roar in the distance. Curious as to what it was, I followed the sound until it led me to a wide, gaping mouth. It was a massive underpass for a highway, built for the herds of wild, metallic beasts galloping towards their designated locations. The trail continued through the underpass, and on each side of the path were slanted beds of concrete. I was fascinated by my discovery and felt an urge to climb to the top of the concrete, but feared its height. What if I fell? What if I could not get down? It took a couple of days and hours of pacing to muster up the courage to scale its mighty walls. Step by step, I eventually crawled my way to the top, and when I did, it was exhilarating. I heard the cars above me plowing through the road, the wind blowing across my body, and the rush of adrenaline pumping throughout my veins. After I settled down, I realized if I didn’t try to climb the wall, I probably would not have felt this moment. If I have never went to the park, I would undoubtedly still be at home playing with my toys. Being in Alley Pond Park allowed me to try new things, and showed me the benefits of being an open minded person. Flash forward a few weeks later, and you would find me playing in the playground I had previously ignored, and trying something new.
It’s been several years since I have moved from Oakland Gardens, and although I visit it from time to time, many of the things in the forest have disappeared. The pond has long dried up, the swing has disappeared, and the stairs and overpass has gotten old with decay. Nonetheless, Alley Pond Park will always be a special friend in me.