CHANGING TIMES
These are the days of miracles and wonder
Paul Simon, Graceland
Three minute spaghetti. Boil in the bag fish.
Pot noodle. A mug of Batchelor’s instant soup,
amaze me nearly as much as
microwaves, my new laptop and the
enduring power of Coltrane’s A Love Supreme
and Miles’ Kind of Blue.
It’s not that I have lowered standards
with a too grateful palate
or that much espoused masculine
fascination for new toys and old jazz.
But I am learning to taste my life
without judgement. I think.