I Love

to touch the sky so blue even

though my fingers

are gnarly & not so spry;

to smell the linger of ocean shore

with its line-up of shaggy kelp

criss-crossing rugged ancient space;

to watch swift blue jays whisper

as arrows to backyard feeders

& share goodies with a loyal mate;

to hear neighbour children noise play

soccer & hurl baseballs

as young muscles strongly grow;

to watch an old lady shuffling by

& her face etched in love

looking with interest at the sky above;

to hold a baby with a big smile

who can change this day

& bring peace to my troubled world.