Veranda Understanding
What have we lost…?
I’ll tell you what we have lost
We’ve lost the Veranda
Public space
Private soul view
Our partaking
Across the soft growth of Spring
So longed for
And here, just here
Flowering again
In a surprise silence
Spotting enmeshed hearts
Minds soothed
Once locked
Now
All is somewhat clearer
Whilst surveying history
Greenbank
Greenery
Our history
My father and I had some unfinished business
So he took me there
Away, but close
A chance to converge the measure of experience
With the madness of study
Like a shaded magic
Conjuring long overdue balance
In our world of short delights
Of such deafening corrupted noise
To stare out on afternoons
That kept evenings at hand
He took me there
To bestow on me friendship again
In books and in bloom
In depth
And standing for a rounded
Cheerier knowledge
Among the park grass
A still expanse on our understanding
Away from the restless
A 'Yes' to Learning
To Light
To Love
For as we contemplate all that we have lost
The Veranda
The people of wonder
Yesterday
There is this…
This
That today I woke
And again I have the keys