It is the middle of May
I am sixty-eight years old
I didn’t go to India as a younger man
Nor did I become a Buddhist
When the opportunity offered itself
I wear a sea blue polo shirt by Superdry
White denim jeans by Gap
And turquoise, colour-burst
Cotton socks courtesy of Sock Shop
My auburn hair is permed, though not yet
Washed or brushed or combed today
It is several days since I shaved
And it will be several more until I do
I have walked down the garden
To write these words
I hope you approve
