Two Poems.

The Sun

Have you ever seen

anything

in your life 

more wonderful

than the way the sun,

every evening,

relaxed and easy, 

floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,

or the rumpled sea,

and is gone--

and how it slides again

out of the blackness, 

every morning,

on the other side of the world,

like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly

oils,

say, on a morning in early summer,

at its perfect imperial distance--

and have you ever felt for anything

such wild love--

do you think there is anywhere, in

any language,

a word billowing enough

for the pleasure

that fills you, 

as the sun

reaches out,

as it warms you

as you stand there,

empty-handed--

or have you too

gone crazy

for power, 

for things?

- Mary Oliver

"Indispensable Man"

Sometime when you're feeling important;

Sometime when your ego's in bloom

Sometime when you take it for granted

You're the best qualified in the room,

Sometime when you feel that your going

Would leave an unfillable hole,

Just follow these simple instructions

And see how they humble your soul;

Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it up to the wrist,

Pull it out and the hole that's remaining

Is a measure of how you'll be missed.

You can splash all you wish when you enter,

You may stir up the water galore,

But stop and you'll find that in no time

It looks quite the same as before.

The moral of this quaint example

Is do just the best that you can,

Be proud of yourself but remember,

There's no indispensable man.

- Saxon White Kissinger

Tailpiece.

Got up at our usual time, the chores and was ready by a quarter to 10. My cousin saw the boil on the rear of my left shoulder and advised me to meet a doctor forthwith. I'd fixed up my appointment with Dr Mohammad Rafi, the Surgical Specialist for the evening.

The minor surgery has been scheduled for tomorrow evening @ 1730 hrs.