is the feast of the obvious.

Say it out loud, let the sparkle

of sunlight twinkle on the gold

or plastic or wood or paper of it.

It’s here! What more can you ask?

Say it out loud, each thing is listening

waiting to learn the part

you want it to play

in this solemn mystery

of an ordinary day.

Be loud, be clear, call

the tree O tree and call the bird

any whistle you can manage,

lift your sweaty face

and kiss the sunlight.

All the room in the world

for fear and love, just

say it, don’t keep them waiting.

                                                      25 August 2020