© www.friendsofdebdalepark.co.uk | Last updated: 14th November 2017
Arching her back, a girl
practises tightrope walking
between two slender trees.
At last the sun’s come out
and people flock to the green park.
The ground is a counterpane of picnic parties,
popping corks, young people laughing,
popping strawberries into each other’s mouths.
How lovely their supple bodies are, curving
towards each other with unclouded faces.
And the round of generation
toddling, strolling, hobbling,
some swimming in delightful waters,
men and women in their ponds
with dragon flies and water birds.
Love is everywhere on holiday
and this afternoon how beautiful
our languid, energetic species is,
communing and feasting together.
Boys climb oaks and crow triumphantly.
Love moves everything
and the heart leaps to be part of it all,
this expressive humanity,
the poorest now insulted and abused
by feckless powers, the bullying millionaires.
Love sweeps me too.
How can it not? It’s the heart’s sunshine
that cries out against unkindness
with a vision of happiness, revolution
of the wheel that smoothly turns
to the apt conclusion
of what moves the sun and the other stars.
The Heart’s Sunshine