of these buildings
to come visiting
across the garden
when childhood
and youth
have gone
when middle age
has taken residence
in my body
giving me hypertension
now it’s that rocket
in the middle
of that garden
that knocks
on my mind
reminding me
of my boy glimpse
into the atmosphere
the world beyond
the sky
I could not see
well it’s that same world
where I’d like to be
O woe is me
I’m an old monkey
hanging from a tree.