• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 09

The Happiness of One Day

It can be heard in the music
swimming through their fingers;
from the depths of their heart
to the drums of our ears,
life is lived fully on the last
day of reconciliation before The Fall.

We gather at the county's edge
sure to be comforted by the
wholeness of a meal neatly
packaged and labeled; a feast for Gods.

The sun trickles in with its
new hairdo, beaming from the
right side, hovering over our
restless bodies.
No one knows the fear of
wasting away--of lacking in
the moment of clarity.
Everything is beautiful.

I park my sedan across
from the lake and walk over
to be entertained.
I haven't had a home-cooked meal
in two weeks--I salivate.

Joy fills me up and I
overflow--spilling from top
to bottom with the happiness
of one day.