One day I’ll learn, maybe not in words of one syllable
why I am compelled to flee the room full of raucous
riot and elbowing society, like I did just now
One day I’ll learn why the air blowing freshly, overlaid
with ripe cut grass is more friendly than the company
of my friends
One day I’ll learn the names and the faces of the birds
yelling in the oak there behind me, and why their gossip
is more arresting than that of Others
UK, May 1986