In this morning’s bewildered dejection
without any prior notice, I heard
such a devil-may-care drifter’s song in the air
that I knew it made sense, though absurd.
It came as a gift from God
dropping straight out of the sky,
without need to believe or desire to receive,
with a what and a where, but no why.
Then everywhere, everyone smiling!
That’s at least how it seemed to me –
and it could be the case that the look on their face
marked a major epiphany.
So I rang you at once just to tell you
how this round world deserves our applause,
carried through space in an egg-and-spoon race –
keep holding the spoon, dear First Cause
or there’ll be an Almighty pause.
If you have any thoughts on this poem,
Tom Vaughan would be pleased
to hear them.