I Don’t Watch Nature

I enjoy making fun of myself in poetry. At the moment, I’m editing “Definitely Didactic”, my upcoming book. I came upon this one a few minutes ago and had to laugh. Here it is for your delight. It is rather charming, actually.
I Don’t Watch Nature✍️
 
I don’t watch nature half enough:
Too busy doing other stuff.
Ducks are floating on the lawn;
A pigeon hawk, confused and young
With mouse in claw,
Flew, fell or jumped from roof this morning –
Thump, bump, yellow eyes, a glory.
Rain is almost Noah high.
I’m scrubmarined in bubbly tub
Fixed on a phrase or thought abstract,
Or marinating foreign food,
Playing jazz, perfecting Bach,
Unaware of lake-y wood
Concocting soya dish and bean,
Consuming caffeine in between
(I’m such a fraud).
I don’t watch nature worth two pence;
I don’t see: that’s a different sense.
Universes die, go by, while I,
All stultified eat pie,
While planet spirals downward.
 
I Don’t Watch Nature 12.11.2006
Circling Round Nature; Our Times, Our Culture; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

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