Poem inspired by the title of Richard Wilbur’s poem, ‘Love calls us to the things of this world.’

This morning wasn’t grey 
rather
it was dipped into soothing lavender 
as silence 
is replaced by sounds of early traffic.
Carefully,
the white-heaven bound birds 
glide down 
bringing with them freshly baked hope,
as I manage
to pull myself out of bed.

Feeling 
then calls me to the things of this world
to madness
to chaos 
and to the dark intentions of disquiet,
my mind 
ponders over political salad dressing 
where vegetable bits
turn one against something as relevant 
as kosher salt;
is verity
merely a word lost in translation? 

I greet the day 
with fire in my soul 
and determination raging in my breast,
let there be a breeze of change
let tranquility ripen slowly,
in the midst of life we encounter death
come
let there be development of tenderness,
let us stare
into the eyes of time, the unthinkable
let the young, old and restless
step into the field, come
let us plough peace as our new principle.

 

Photo credits: Sunny Day by Joseph Zbukvic

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