In Regent's Park

In the café, in a well-groomed park
endless skies attract glances
time passes, balloons tied to handlebars,
small seeds drift across the path.
Percussionists with teaspoons drum in your mantra
“God willing… one day at a time” another revolution
because we always turn.

Wherever you go to become the rest of your life
palsy will shake those stalwart guards
bright glances from the window grow dimmer
We are bound for our everlasting home
mourners already astir in the streets
dust returns to parent earth and spirit
to God who gave it.