Not the News
What delights me in old age?
anything? Lately itís been the sky
above the lake, any time of day
or night; on the lake those birds -
tiny in perspective fishing -
these flying wide curving this way.
Antidotes for the evening news.
Town birds familiar from every
town Iíve been in - sparrows,
pigeons. ĎDonít feed the birdsí? -
hard not to, even those crows
massing pecking on lawns,
glossy quarrelsome superb.
Newsworthy? not in the least.
Mushrooms after rain, mosses
revived for winter, herbs, shrubs,
cauliflowers gone to seed,
kale in pots outdoing flowers.
First daffodils, stirring of crocuses.
The seasonís same old news.
Delight? the sight of children,
women, even a few men -
faces, graces, sometimes voices;
places and spaces - for example:
this avenue in perspective,
this corner space with benches.
Sad and bad though all the news is,
here our ignorance protects us.