Welcome this poem

Welcome this poem
         into the world
on its first morning
         a mild October day
with a little drizzle
         people out on the street
milling round
         :  young families
a child calling out
         to her parents
the gentle chatter
         of friendship
the easy Saturday drift
         with no plans and
no agenda

I lie there listening
         as life goes by
think of the starry foam
         of outer space
and the intimate life
         of my innermost thoughts
how in so many respects
         I am a mystery to myself
greater perhaps
         than the greatest
questions the universe holds

The slow seamless cloud
         hangs over the city
but it does not oppress :
         the day has been so far
generous with its delights
         words have come and gone
and I have the absolute feeling
         of knowing what I know
and I’m aware too
         of the shifting parameters
of my ignorance
         There comes a point
when I really don’t care
         and feel that perhaps
understanding is overrated

Welcome this poem
         into the world
and please don’t give it
         a hard time
Let’s all act
         as though we were angels
as though we are angels
         in the hope that one day
we might truly be

John Lyons