To my Mind (poem)

I can’t tell you
What I am.
I can tell you
What I hope to do
And how
In my backyard
The hens and the sparrows
Both eat the wheat
That I bought.

That the chestnut hood
Of the male sparrow
Is a glory to me
And that the cream-grey
Of the females
Is a fitting colour for a wedding gown…
To my mind, at least.

The industry of those hens:
Their cackling
They dig craters
And bathe in the dust
The sparrows among them
The ground stirring…
I don’t mind the eggs
But they’re here for the sheer beauty…
To my mind, at least.

I can’t tell you
What I am.
I can tell you
What I hope to do:
That if you were here,
In my backyard
I would see you
And you would be beautiful…
To my mind, at least.

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