“The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.”
― Walt Whitman
Is There Enough Time?
I slept half awake during the night
And dawn arrived through half open sight
I began the warn morn half dressed
I bathed and stepped halfway into my best
I opened the front door halfway
And half peered down the sunny pathway
And I asked the half world of day light
Is half a day of sun, enough foresight?
Enough time to repair the world’s wrongs
Enough time to walk every worn furlong
Enough time for the living to grow strong
Enough time to write the next happy song
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021