It’s funny how it begins,
Submissively at first,
Turning perversely willful,
These traitorous feelings.
Planting seeds of daisies,
Sunflowers and happy things,
Suddenly taking centerstage,
Deceitful to my brain.
But, with the change in moon,
The readings of the tarot,
Or perhaps, someone very confused,
I am back here – to begin again.
I close my eyes,
And think of a place,
Think of a time,
Think of a day.
On some floor on the stairs,
While the Eiffel glittered.
On that little edge,
Overlooking the whole of Hallstatt.
In the rush of the coaster,
That water slide and the jump.
Or in that moment,
In daze at Disneyland.
Sitting in the lavender fields,
Or the first look at my fresh peonies,
I close my eyes,
and slowly smile.
April 7, 2019
SWATINESS 