Danny’s Orbit at 47
written by: John Grey
Ignoring the evidence
of his birth-certificate,
he was a shy boy
with a pensive heart,
a faraway mind,
who lived a life
kept pure and young
by constant forays into wilderness,
with no-one to censure
the child-like yearnings,
passionate instincts
and intuitions,
that everyone else his age
had long since abandoned.
What befuddled psychologist
could possibly enter his essence,
pluck out text-book bullets,
replace the man who
never grew up
with a theory.
He sniffed wildflowers,
slept under the trees,
swam naked in the lake
and gave all the animals names.
It was enough that seasons changed,
the sun rose and fell.
It never occurred to him
to be understood.
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