Eco-Poetry

Are You Still a Rebel of Happiness?

Isn’t it a kind of rebellion to be happy in times of trouble?

What we humans call “peonies.” Image by author - made with Canva Pro.

Rain clings to the air, dissolves me
with its softness. Sadness clings
to young and old, spoils
like a drop of black dye
falling into a water glass.
Can I politely cover mine? —
I’m good, thank you.

The narcotic smell of jasmine
scents the humid air and there
is no sand left anywhere
to stick this head in. I want to be
happy in spite of the fact that
every island is a potential
Atlantis now.

A breeze from the open window lifts
a curl of your white-blond hair.
Your, “Good morning,” pitched
the height of happiness, and that
light smile and light of curiosity in
your forget-me-not blue eyes really
do it for me. Not for me —