What if

she whispered through the gentle rustle of spring leaves

What if happiness didn’t depend on

THIS THING

and

THAT THING

which consume your attention

 

What if

she rasped down a shaft of sunbeam

What if filling your lungs with air

was enough

for that moment and the one after

 

What if

she sang through the chatter of strangers

What if a smile adorned your face

because you asked it to appear

not waiting for it to arrive unbidden

 

What if

she confronted my glassy reflection

What if you learned how to to

choose happiness

despite and because

of all that this world offers