We are all internationals
and students of time
We are all tiny earthlings:
This earth isn’t ‘mine’
We can all learn the lesson
from teachers of hate –
That their teaching is flawed
by the wars they create
We are all pawns of politics
and victims of words
But we’re big enough and bright enough
to know they’re absurd
We may live on an island
surrounded by sea
But we’re in this together
and do much better as ‘WE’.
In our showery garden, England, early June,
a put-your-feet-up sort of afternoon…
But we’re working hard to fill the yard
with all of our back room.
We’ll manage this clear out to perfection,
to do before precipitation
weakens our determination.
Pick up stuff, pack up stuff,
ponder, put it back perhaps?
Different pathways came together
bringing gifts of our endeavour,
soon the house was full to tipping…
We’ll take some time for contemplation,
not shrugging off or moving on,
but taking stock and making strong.
Scrap an item, save an item,
wonder, fill the bin, collapse!
A merry-busy-fruitful afternoon,
in our showery garden, England, early June.