Happiness
comes in narrow corridors
where
no furniture achieves the right fit
and
wall art doesn’t improve the décor -
nothing
manages to lift the minute.
It
arrives unbidden - a street urchin
who
you nearly shoo away before
you understand what the ragamuffin
carries
in his pocket that could be yours.
Even
the child doesn’t know the value
of
the stone he’s picked up from the trash heap,
he
holds it out in exchange for a meal
and
its gleam’s a thousand dancing lives deep
in
its heart slowly pirouetting and you
forget
narrow corridors, walls and chenille.
Since I'm travelling, my posts through July and August are scheduled, but I will check in whenever I can and respond. Meanwhile, you have the happiest summer/season!
Happiness needs no furniture, nor wall art. And where it fills a room, a heart, the decor is perfect.
ReplyDeleteTrue!!
DeleteHappiness is precious, we make our own happiness likewise unhappiness.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem to read.
Yvonne.
This poem slinks through the narrow spaces and bursts with a glittering grin to reveal elusive happiness. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteHope your travels are progressing well
Brought a smile to my heart!
ReplyDeleteVisit me @ Life & Faith in Caneyhead. 😉
Uplifting composition. Thank you
ReplyDeleteHi Nila - happiness for the urchin, while we can marvel at the gleams dancing from the stone ... happiness means different things to each of us - but if we can help those who need extra, so that they can smile ... we are all blessed. Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the poem, then my eye was caught by the Jethro Tull video on your sidebar. Except for the "Aqualung" CD, which I occasionally play at the flea market at which I set up on Sundays, I haven't heard any Tull in a while.
ReplyDeleteLogging in on borrowed and/or dodgy connections - monsoons make everything a bit blurry here :) sorry can't respond individually as I'd like. Travels going very well, thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks also to y'all for visiting and reading. Best wishes always.