Painting by Graham Nichols
Happiness
Don't get excited,
It's just the garden,
A squirrel on the Oak tree,
Bird-song and sunlight.
The young woman in a dream
Opened the gate ever so gently,
And you jerked awake
To beds full of flowers
Not a one in motion.
There was Stillness in her arms.
Behind her a blur of empty readiness
As though there were realities in the making.
In this enchanted garden,
With its blue sky,
Tree and flowers a religion,
A lost Ladybug headed the wrong direction, perhaps,
Under the shadow of your yellow, sun-reflecting shoe?
© Patricia Crane 2006
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