Poems of the Month, March 2017: Sparrows; Seagulls

SPARROWS

Focus on Other Power,
pay less attention to yourself.
Beauty lurks in a corner
of practically all scenarios.

Life is like a Spanish lunch.
You don’t know what you will get
until it lands on your plate.
Gratitude is its own reward.

I wake up in the morning
fearing what the day has in store.
And here I sit at the portside
with the woman I adore.

“Why don’t you write a poem
about the sparrows?” she asks.
Fortune smiles on the wicked.
It’s one of her easier tasks.

 

SEAGULLS

Maria is the perfect
woman for poet
Marcus Cumberlege. *

Alone together
in their tiny apartment,
hibernating gulls,

Perfectly content
to sit here doing nothing
in view of the sea.

* I’ll give 1001 reasons for this in another much longer poem on our return from Spain.