Street Urchin

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!