Geese Vs. Laziness

I never see the geese anymore, 
I only hear them above the clouds 
when evening starts to fall 
silently in spring and autumn. 

I could say that the city is to blame 
and that wouldn’t be wrong 
but it wouldn’t be true either; 
it’s because I’ve become lazy. 

And not only in what I’ve been trying 
to perfect all my life—to be able to do 
as little as possible and still eat 
and sleep under a roof every day. 

No, now it’s an old man’s laziness that 
makes me ignore the world and beauty. 

John MacKenzie. MumblingJackwordpress.com. 

Each month Deirdre Kessler selects a poem by an Island poet for The Buzz.