By Idris Mears

i hope that if i am honored  

with the garden of ease 

i won’t lounge all day 

on a silken couch 

but have vital hands in loamy soil 

with sun on a supple back 

feeling no nagging distraction 

from an uneasy self  

or run free as an innocent boy  

chasing friends through the bushes  

in the expanse of child time 

and retire to bed 

enjoying being  

properly tired out