Janet Kenny

VISIONARY

I used to think him beautiful and wise,
he seemed to live for gardens and for painting.
He had the most extraordinary eyes
deep socketed and heavy-lidded, hinting
at complex visions, mystical communion
with older objects, herbs and distant themes;
he looked as though he knew the way to tune in
to music of the spheres. He spoke of dreams
of living in the country and devoting
himself to art and music; and he'd grow
his food and practice Bartok—I was hoping.
he'd show us all the way our lives should go.

He moved into the country and stopped thinking.
Overwhelmed by life, he took up drinking.

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