Happiness sometimes arranges itself
Around the dregs, diseases and drab
Ingredients of a suddenly grotesque
Broken cottage of your existence and
You find this mystifying secretive tiny
Garden growing around the aches &
Pains and severe boils of battles lost!
You pick yourself up in bits and bags
Of memory, attention, detail and choice
You are out of cat food as that nice home
Delivery guy is busy, so you remember
Not to call that other home delivery
Geek who had left you with four wet
Rain soaked bags the last time, so it
Smelled and your cats glared at you
So badly you still feel the shame of it!
Instead you take that over due long
Walk to that friendly store which has
Everything that anyone in the world
Could want! Nothing is missing there!
So you get your cat food from there and
Remember not to walk with all that
Heavy load, like the last time, when the
Back ache was so horrifying that only
The magic of garlic oil curing you in
Two days, instead of two weeks the
Pain killer took, along with side effects
Then you realize that the purple Gynura
So difficult to grow, say all the experts
Is growing happily inside six new pots
Where you arranged its cuttings, and
Even the guilt you felt with the four
Peat pots of ivy that you had bought
Till you read that peat is the last thing
All gardeners must buy now, as it is very
over used and is darkly affecting the planet!
Is reduced as the Gynura is thriving there
And makes the guilt a little less aching!
Tiny, tender, buckets of balm swirl over
This grotesque time till it all arranges
Itself into that carpet of calm & a batch
Of restoration & resilience and comfort
Till happiness seems to have invited you
To try out this brand new recipe from hope?