Lazy Summers Day Poem by David Lacey

Home
Where a man can be himself

I feel replenished
Banished no longer to a self imposed exile in a house of horrors.
Where every second an hour trod.
Too many nights unsleeping.
Too many nights in keeping watchful eye
On germ green mould evolving.

Nunchuka in the garden
Follow the wind it whispers rhythm.
A dog howls. Calling to his neighbour
“Let’s go walk these idiots” they say.
“Our human pets they need their exercise.”
The radius of freedom?
Uncommon concept.

Lazy summers day
To converse with Buddha in my back garden
And sunlit neon butterflies which flutter on plastic string.
My friends they are surrounding.
Our greater love is grounding.