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.
And when I reach the end,
numbers and words all done,
have to be fed and dressed again,
I’ll love the birds and sun.
This little poem was published recently in Bewildering Stories, and I like it for a couple of reasons: its simplicity (echoing the simplicity of the states of beginning and end of life, the simplicity of the basics of being human); and its completeness – it covers an entire life, and I can’t think of more words that could be added; and the formality, not only of the simple rhythm and simple rhymes, but of the structure, the line-by-line echoing of the beginning of life in the end of life.
For all these reasons it is an easy little poem to remember and recite, and that is satisfying in itself.