I met a kind and famous person yesterday
of whom sonnets, I suspect, have not been written.
He’s a humourist, but I’d put generous way
before funny, and he’s hilarious, bitten
with a curiosity of plagueful proportions.
Disciplined observer, he walks miles picking up
trash from the roadsides and loves his true vocation
of wanting to know more and telling. Yes, his cup
is filled to overflowing, and I’ve found so few
examples of true modesty in lives of wealth,
though I’m seeing more of them. I’ll know what to do
when the grand wave flows over me. Financial health
like any sport is best played with a heart serene
and eyes alive in expectation of the green.
© Elaine Stirling, 2014
The wonderful photo of David Sedaris comes from The Guardian.