One Day I’ll Learn

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

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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