This Way to Laughter

It wasn’t in the plan- a day such as this-

so wondrously warm and glowing.

To imagine happiness as possibility,

was never a choice, or so it seemed.

Reason used to scatter all grains of hope,

mere moments after the dark set in.

And melancholy, no longer on reserve

was purchased; all fines paid with guilt.

Now just take a few deep breaths…

It’s no longer yesterday you say…

I beckon you, this way to laughter,

this way to laughter.

Tonight she tripped across her former self

nearly distracted by what once was.

Turning to the present- this dance of the whale-

she splashes with her joyful beloved.

The sort of dream that always before

remained a wistful illusion.

Has now blossomed true, with a change of moon;

the timeless gift of fresh perspective.

Jennifer Burnside