What did I want when I was 21?
Money, fame, greatness? The Fight Club Hollywood destiny of my generation.
This evening at 39, old enough for aches and pains, a small assortment of pills
young enough to mow the lawn on my own, as my neighbor cannot do,
I have a moment of deep content.
I realize that I have
a warm house
a peaceful room to be in
I eat a hot dinner, with vegetables
on my bedside table is a hot water bottle
with which I warm my cold feet.
On the television, a DVD documentary
in which a man goes to New Guinea
there to see beautiful birds, his dream.
O the riches of this fine world.