If I close my eyes i can see
As a child prancing to school
Dangling onto Pappa’s hand
The swaying palms
the washed out blue Of an empty sky
I remember the joy of rain bubbles going `plink’
Delighting for hours in rainbows in the oil slick
But that was aeons ago
And today, i’m wiser
I think I know these little joys are impermanent
I seek important `big’ reasons to be happy
Reasons less ephemeral than rain bubbles
Reasons less elusive than the smell of new earth
I continue in my quest for a permanent rainbow
My very own that nothing,
no one can take away from me
But then why …
Do little nothings of long ago still gladden my heart
While I have no memories of yesterday or day before ?
In my search for `meaningful’ joy am I forgetting
To conceive today the smiles for tomorrow ?
Does happiness know the difference
Between rainbows in oilslick and rainbows in the sky ?
