Today

Of this world

- how come that boy in front is grinning?

I mean this boy – the one we label ‘Down’s’;

the one delighted seeing us here,

who loves to chew more coupled to his food,

who closes eyes when feeling-fully a taste,

who smiles at every folly

with eyes more soft and clear than tears.

Now, as he starts to sing - a hymn -

I’m not sure of the point of any prayer

and I seldom taste my food

or stroll along for the hell-of-it

or stare in wonder any more.

I long to tell you what to do

and long to be told what-to-do by you

- so please instruct intensity!

Shall we chew? Shall we chew? Shall we chew?