Maybe Dai Morgan followed by the blackbird,

maybe the blackbird first, and Dai, seconds later,

coming in from his walk, old-sailor-rolling.


Anchored in my gateway we greet the day.

Steve the postman is predictable enough,

last Saturday’s results and football talk,


but the blackbird now is joyously above us,

has soared in his song to the telephone wire,

giving out carol, giving out spring, old Orange Beak.


Then a mother and her son of two years old.

She’s pretty, smiling, it’s kind-to-all morning

and she’s registering maybe “two old boys”.


The little boy takes in perhaps the legs,

four legs in corduroy athwart his path.

He gazes up at Dai’s and my crow’s nest.


And the morning’s people now enact the rites

of a fresh May, Smartphones half-neglected

in a willingness to see some good around us.


Robert Nisbet

Robert Nisbet is a Welsh poet who has been published widely in Britain and the USA. In 2017 he was shortlisted for the Wordsworth Trust Prize in the UK and he has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize in the US.

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