Digression
When I was a child
all the talk was of
how to grow the best roses
and what types of soil
make for a better lawn
I remember those roses
with their savage thorns
their soft petals
dripping with morning dew
but nobody told me
anything about the challenges
I would face in later life
I was not a sickly child
and I learned most things
with relative ease
I played out on the streets
my feet dragging home the dust
only when the sun set
Life seemed in those days
to be administered
by perfect hands and reality
was representational
Had someone shown me
a Jackson Pollock
I might have had an inkling
of what was to come
No I am not ill today
or any other day
not even tired
simply perplexed
by the mystery of the stars
scintillating above
an empty ocean
and yet I know exactly
what I need to make
a perfect day and so do you
so why don’t we ?
John Lyons
