thanks for the sun
to brighten up the day
with warmth
never mind the daily quarrels
we all might fall prey to
contradictions of not listening
enough to neighbours
teachers and also parents
at times
“later in life you’ll see it for
yourself” mom used to say
but young and rebellious
blood overruled any advice
warning or prediction
given to us thru’ experiences
by the elderly.
the poet dreams and dives
into a sea of shared romance
a world of tolerant reactions
to all his observations
a tranquil pond of love –
thanks to all friends who will
assemble to less fanfare
not to forceful cleverness
or conducive falsifications
are we what we eat?
though we are defined by
by our friends –
the poet ends his stanzas
where the artist has
already been.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
