Noisy mind
Fifty years of past behind you
They say that
Cats are more, or less
Disaffected by who they've known
Or where to, it is, that they have been
Embrace the sunlight; off stage
The newspaper is in further shadow
No psychological murmurs
No tumours or tremors
No rumours, at the turn of the page
The trunk sets off the branch
Out in search of sunshine
Out in search of photosynthesis
There are so many changes of direction
Many dried twigs without fruit
The young apples have fallen early
The party not yet fairly begun
Though the breeze has brought
Her own invitation
She
And you, dressed, girly and gaily
With endless serenity