Harvey
Harvey
I sit in my chair
Lovely music playing;
Afternoon sun shining;
Birds filling up to roost.
I look out my sliding doors;
The ferns are lush.
I hear a baby cry,
There is a sloshing sound,
Muscle sore boatmen
Never giving up.
Just a short way south,
Could I but see through the trees.
Last night fell.
Wet ladies from a nursing home,
May have to battle pneumonia.
Children’s new backpacks drowned.
Soon there will be silence and slushing,
Hovering people in shelters bewildered.
Families clinging.
No work today, except to survive.
When all is lost.
Politicians doing what they do.
And yet, Harvey has not died, nor does he sleep.
Soon again, it will be dark.
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