| Still Life
for Richard Wilbur
That roller blader might be past it –
I’d put his age at sixty-five –
and yet he scudded past so fast it
made me glad to be alive.
His hair was surf. His cheeks were leather.
A happy smile still creased his lip.
Enjoying almost perfect weather –
one hand resting on his hip –
he took the time to look around him,
yet gave no sign of slowing down
for anyone. I’m glad I found him
visiting this part of town.
Such elegance. Such sure control.
Bless his spirit! Bless his soul!
Duncan Gillies MacLaurin