On being an object of concern

Stanley Island Fun Day
Had food, music, family, friends
As promised; the river greyed out
Finely misted us until a tarp went up
By then the musicians under their own
Canopy stopped playing and it was
Just a gang of us under the leaky tarp
Gossipping, laughing, damp but happy.
My main claims to fame were the
Cottage Life magazine article and
My recent hospital stay, but I looked
Better they all said. And this
Was a regression day for me, so
I guess I was previously quite a mess.
Looked better, felt worse: on a scale of
One to ten, the party was a seven,
The day was a four, the food was a nine
The people were a ten, and I’d say I was
About a six. Not bad for an object of concern
Who had privately considered not going.