St. Patrick’s Day

It was windy, 
bright and clear. 

I walked all the way down Bishop Street, 
then all the way up 2Oth, 
I noticed that house I always like to look at, 
I spoke briefly to the man raking leaves. Public information office

I let my mind wander freely, 
in all that wind, 
blue sky. 

I listened for stories from days gone by and the glad tidings from days to come. 
I am glad to have all I have, 
thankful for the things that I have discarded, 
things that once felt so important to me, 
they now occupy space outside of my line of sight, 
making room for things of greater value, 
more important abstract possessions. 

The day moved on and on, 
morning to afternoon, 
afternoon to evening, 
evening to night, 
dark but still full of light. 

T. S. Deary 
3/17/25