The day’s stupendous fact
Given that in this my first solo spring
Behind his eyes are frogs he’s watched mating
We’ve been strimming the grass in the meadow
A Bear who is stirring a porridge
The bridge at Fittleworth
It is what we are, mostly –
Roses in a water glass – that’s twice
“But what of the Human Spirit?” she protests,
‘I too,’ she says, ‘have immortal
Cleanliness being next to godliness
It is one thing, she thinks,
She fixes organisations threatening to fall apart