LEONARD DABYDEEN

LEONARD DABYDEEN

Spring

When I look outside at the melted ice

and watch the pouring water down the drain

my heart elopes with the sun; feels so nice.

I look up in the sky, searching for rain

but, lo and behold, grey clouds drift away

and my eyes turn to the lawn, feeling pain.

I watch with innocence a child at play

purring like kitten, riding on a swing

knowing snow will be gone as of today.

Grass will be green again with coming Spring

can’t wait to get my rake, combing the lawn

chatting with neighbours about everything.

How I am excited, like birds at dawn

I stare, so unable to be withdrawn.

Covid - 19

Ghost-like

it strikes at you

without prior notice

of wearing protective face mask:

deadly.

Virus

extraordinaire corona

takes your breathing away

anathema

Wuhan.

Nothing I Can Do

Nothing I can do

in this hurried world

to make it happen:

so I will take my chances

and watch the river

flowing into the ocean –

I cannot stop the flow.

So I will take my chances

listening to song sparrows

on tree tops

singing a melodious song for me –

I cannot stop them from singing.

So I will take my chances

and watch bees pollinating

hibiscus and bougainvilleas

and buzzing around my face

asking if I can do this –

I cannot stop them from buzzing.

So I will take my chances

and sit on the patio

listening to rain

pitter-patter on roof tops;

hoping to see the sun

before day turns night –

I cannot do this.

If patience is the mother

of unforgiving virtue

I will make every effort

for full accreditation;

meanwhile

nothing I can do.

LEONARD DABYDEEN