A Christian men’s group sits cross-legged on the grass.
They pray for guidance in their study of God’s word.
Two groups of alcoholic men have made a start
on lager (extra strength), got from the Turkish shop.
The roses that my taxes pay for line the path
where laden shoppers, light of step, greet me with nods.
The child who rides the roundabout appeals in vain
for admiration from his parent, on the phone.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright… a luminance
inhabits these. The ordinary transfigured, blessed.