November 1983

Lord, it’s a beautiful day

I’ve just noticed now

staring out the window

at November’s cloudless sky

clear and empty, bright as love

going on forever

it makes me want to sing

to just run out and play

for what other reason than this, Lord,

       to run and frolic and glory in life

could this day be made?

In church with Ev Flim, she

taught me something of poetry.