IS THAT HOW THE DAY ENDS?

The day, any day, a Monday, a Friday;

Does the day matter? For the record

It’s a Thursday. The time is 6.53 pm NZDT

Enough information? musical accompaniment

The Manhattan Jazz Quartet, courtesy of Youtube

The venue is a nice place across the road from Eastgate

Too much? Too little? That’s it, for the moment

A day short of entering the second quarter of 2022

Should be acknowledged, do you not agree?

March Hare Madness Day? The day I lose my marbles?

Marbles? WTH. How about my cosmic sanity?

Does the piano have a theme to that? Cosmic sanity?

What does it mean? The drums might keep the band in rhythm

March Hare Madness Day. It has a nice sense of alliteration

That softens the blow of its content. Sing me to sleep

Mellow chords of jazz. Each chord precludes a question

Announces a mystery. Oh, to get lost in that melody

To leave the cares and woes of the world behind

So, on this day. The day before April. The month

That announces autumn, cooler weather; I sit

Listening to wondrous music, floating in incomplete

Questions and answers, incompletely blessed

A citizen of this doomed planet, spinning in space

A cosmic picture that defies understanding

That reduces us to ants; invites us to be gods

In our capacity to understand. Someone erred.

Someone stuffed it up.

At 7.22 pm, Thursday 31 March. I say adieu

I say adios, I say farewell. If you can tell me

What’s this poem about; please email me.

Sayonara. Auf wedersehen, Au revoir.

Nice one, Trev!