On such a glorious sunny day     grace
to be born      to know the hour and the day
the movement of the planets and the stars
the ecstasy of love
                      the constancy of friend-
ship and the beauty of the natural world
arrayed as it is in all its verdant glory.
            No
need for movies     or books     or cribbage boards
I say to Patsy “Let’s get down to the river
or head up country”       “into the wild woods.”
“You’re such a dreamer,” she says “you know
those places get overrun by people and bugs
on days like these.” 
                     “This human universe
has a lot to learn about what constitutes
a bona-fide paradise.”
            She can be such a downer.

John Lyons