Variations on a Theme

But there are so many

things

To be considered.

The sky, for example,

Is blue today

And white clouds

Are gliding

Over the green continent.

Meanwhile, under the trees

Up Bonny Dune Road

Antennae tremble in the

breeze

While a bird hovers

Momentarily

And dives.

And what about me?

Suppose I’m driving towards Davenport

And I turn too fast

Around the smooth curve

And, seeing the bearded man

Bent over his tripod,

His camera aimed

At the glittering creek

I hear the screaming horn

Of a head-on pickup-truck

And crashing glass

Suddenly fills

My flaring eyes . . . .

. . . . or maybe I swerve in time

And drive on to Davenport,

To the Whaler Inn,

And with my camera

Search for the right shot –

A white church

Against brown hills.

But today I sit alone in the living room

Listening to Mozart , waiting for you

I watch as the cat stretches

By an open window

And stroke her warm fur,

Black silk in silver sunlight

On the dark red carpet.