Panorama

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

There is a panoramic view near where I live,
often go there when my sight narrows
and I need to feel in touch with greatness.
One day a Rolls Royce pulled up
a rich couple doing ditto,
only in air condition splendour.
They didn’t feel the breeze
or heard bird sing,
nor walk on dust older than the earth;
didn’t see the deep gully,
only mountain tops,
to humbly realise that we are but a particle
of a whole given the blessing of conscious life.
Felt sorry for them
and their chauffeur who looked
whey faced into his own thoughts
despising the people he served.