A nice day
A sunny day
I can't afford
To get away.
It makes me smile
When I think of
All the days of my life
I've harnessed and made my own-
To do with as I would.
Days I made take me to
Sultry, senuous Brazil,
Days I made let me trudge through the
Silky sand dunes of Abu Dhabi,
Hot and itchy and interested in everything
Days I made let me lie on the
Endless beaches of western Australia
And get to know the warm, earthy , healthy,
Long-legged women of Perth.
Days I bade drop me in the jungles ,
Leafy, wet, smothering, of Colombia,
The hardscrabble mountainous coast of
Nicaragua, at San Juan Del Sur,
A tiny fishing village about ten kilometres
From the Costa Rican border- a place of
Sweet primitive food, sweet burning aguardiente
(A sugar cane liquor) of the peons, and sweet
Days I bade take me to my pub in Beirut,
The Rose and Crown, the best international
Pub in this intriguing, colorful, spicy, exotic,
Dangerous gateway of a city.
Here one could very easily find himself
With an international German spy on the right
And an American newspaper columnist on the left.
The conversation held my attention. It was
Very easy to be mistaken for something other
Than what you were.
If you could obviously think and were articulate,
They watched you.
Days I bade take my love and me to the lake
In northern Louisiana, thirty straight days and
Nights sometimes. Days that stretched like wet
Long white socks, to last and never end,
Sunning on our pontoon boat, picnicking by
The dam, hitting the bass at first and last light
And spending our nights around a crackling cozy
campfire, laughing and sharing all that we were,
With each other. Days and nights we spent doing
exactly what we wanted, exactly when we wanted,
At exactly the pace we wanted.
Luxurious days, in the best sense of the word.
The gift of the days of our time here on Earth
Is a luxury we all possess. Though our situations
Differ, for the most part, the shaping of our days
is in our own hands. We desire, we decide, we
Choose and so our days become our lives.