Sunday Poem

These are the days of miracles and wonder
……………………… —Paul Simon, Graceland

Changing Times

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.

by Chris Abani
from Kalakuta Republic
publisher: Saqui, 2000