Without Holding Anything Or Doing Anything Or Trying Not pushing anything away So that even happiness Returns to the place It previously occupied Which seems to open A jar full of joy Dumping it out So everything Has that pliable Feeling of spring And the scent of flowers The feeling expands Like every green thing Absorbing the light Turning it into kindness An exquisite gem That the day can’t seem to get Out of its mind Even night When it finally comes Seems to glow green Finding a place For another emerald In the vast storehouse Of constellations
Gerry Grubbs has published poems in Haikuniverse, Poet Lore and other magazines. His recent book, Learning A New Way To Listen, has just been released by Dos Madres Press.
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