by David Bolton.
Take a gander at what came and what’s to come
In the meantime, seek the amber of the setting sun
After a day at the screen. my strained eyes hunger for beauty
Along the way to no destination, I say hello to strangers,
commenting on the perfect weather, the absence of crushing humidity
A smile erupts on the sagging face of a woman weeding the garden
The skinny delivery man with a package tips his hat
A purple balloon trails a whistling boy
First week of Cathedral school, khakis, blue shirts and backpacks
I am in the moment, seeing as if for the first time
working-class Medfield, where I admire prim lawns
Not a speck of litter in the alleys, streets and sidewalks
Reminds me of those Donnybrook post-war apartments
Can’t remember where I put my keys
But can recall with clarity 70 years past
rolling down that grassy knoll
Coming to rest at the bottom
gazing at the spiraling sky
so glad to be alive at that time
it’s been a most interesting journey
at the graveyard off Roland Ave
I check out the dates carved in stone
1905, 1880, 1909…
Feel a camaraderie, a sense of peace for those
Returning to Mother Earth, where it all began.