“How could there be a day in your whole life that doesn’t have a splash of happiness?” – Mary Oliver
149.6 million kilometres from the fiery furious nuclear forge of the sun
8 minutes streaking across the abyssal darkness
To wash and break all across the expanse of the morning
to fragment and dissolve like a
billion tiny gurgling streams of fire flowing like rainwater
To a million different mouths.
Little plant seems happy
Drinking in the dawn,
and so am I.