High Standards

It’s good to sit in the park
On an ordinary bench
On an ordinary day

When you’re not in too much pain
And ordinary people
Wander around like bright ducks,

Talking, smiling, and laughing,
No one arguing, no one
Waving around a weapon,

No bombs dropping from heaven
From jets, gods, or aliens,
Just a few clouds scurrying.

It’s good to sit in the park
On an ordinary day,
Non-threatening, a-ok.