Here is another poem I wrote back when I was on the Cape last month.
Day after day
I do nothing
but sit in the yard and watch
the marsh water rise and fall,
listen to the hour toll in the village steeple,
watch the kayakers in bright colors
paddle quietly among ducks and swans.
If only I could accept myself,
the being I am
I would be in paradise.
photos: blighted leaves, but such a pretty pattern