The wide world has its glories
In a rich complexity
But sitting watching the sun set
Is good enough for me.
Canada has six time zones
From sea to sea to sea
But one tide lapping where I sit
Is good enough for me.
The muezzins in the Saudi mosques
Wake all to pray and pee
But a rooster crowing in the bush
Is good enough for me.
And Singapore is lush and green
And managed prettily
But scrub grass and a sandy beach
Are good enough for me.
All – good enough for me.
This poem was originally published in Snakeskin, and then found a place in The Hypertexts. It’s a simple poem, but after all we lead simple lives, sitting on our little planet going round our little star on the fringe of a minor galaxy. So the mood of the poem is: Our lives are unimportant, and brief. Relax and enjoy.
Form in Formless Times 
It was my honor to publish this fine poem.
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That’s a very kind designation for it. I took the opportunity to link to The Hypertexts in the post.
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Yes, please do link and all your other poems we’ve published will be available to readers here as well.
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I think, in your commentary, you may have written another verse
Our little planet going round
A minor galaxy
Unimportant lives and brief
It’s good enough for me
It also reminded me of Pete Seeger’s take on “Give me hat old-time religion”
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough for me
Let us worship Zarathustra
Just the way we used to
I’m a Zarathustra booster
He’s good enough for me
Let us worship Aphrodite
She’s beautiful but flighty
She doesn’t wear a nightie
But she’s good enough for me
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Ha! I really appreciate the comments, Joe! I’ll think about that “other verse”… Thanks!
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