On a summer’s day

Sat in the sun yesterday
           we’re old friends
we go way back
           I often say
I owe everything
           to the sun
From my perch
           I surveyed the garden
the deep green of the grass
           the pink and red roses
the white and yellow blossom
           on neighbouring bushes

I’ve grown accustomed to the calls
           of birds who live locally
know some of their melodies
           off by heart –
they owe everything
           to the sun too
and like me
           they go way back

It was a glorious summer’s day
           and I just sat there
silently soaking it all up
           musing upon the relativity
of all things and communing
           with the relations

John Lyons