MY PICTURES

I have my pictures and my poetry
My maps of ancient times and my books
in a world gone mad with murderous chaos
yet everyday-clever with culture and seductive technologies
my poetic heart beats strongly with the love of the people
that surround me:
My children and their children; the children of friends,
and the friends of children
I cherish them like the bees that swarm around a flower-bed...
I sit and await their notice; needing their attention, and their movement
to confirm my reality...as I ponder the winds of time