Egal

Egal your hurly-burly city, Egal your stress bureaucracy; Saturday I shall visit my garden, Where I will bury all your plights Like a slough snake long forgotten. There await me rosy welcome From my carnation and dafodil, The sweet aroma of my lavender; I shall kiss the beautiful stair of petals Build by my darling ginger and tulip. The quietude of my garden: Dousing rain after a scorching heat, Shall redeem me from your torture, The amusement from the squirrels Shall restore smile onto my face; Under the robust cherry tree I shall journey to the mount of thought. And when the heavenly beam decends To honour our weekly appointment Like sky I will spread out my picnic mat, Delight it with Andrea, Nette, Donna’s poems; I will turn left and right, allowing it To caress the gradient of my hips. When my guest turns westward Then I will bless all my darlings; I will baptise them with heavenly dew Anoint their feet with brown-black powder And cast out any demon perching on them. Hoping you that wolf will roar? Egal ! I shall not think of your sausage, Your meatpie will not come to mind; Above my head are young breast apples, Mangoes and banana are at alert Ready to arrest any roaring wolf. Egal your hurly-burly city, Egal your stress bureaucracy; Saturday I shall visit my garden.