In the Light

And then, of course, despite it all,
Despite the hells around the world,
Ominous rumblings underfoot,
Despite everything else, the day,

The stupid day is beautiful
Itself. Wind stirs the courtyard drapes
Of the neighbors away somewhere,
So that pale shadows intervene

To flirt with the green shades of spring
From the other side of the street.
How is it you can feel delight
While shamed by your sense of delight,

Just knowing your delight’s just yours,
Your selfish delight in this light?