To send a distraught day to
That far away island of green
Tranquility, you might try to
Work on the weird mound of
Left overs that seem to have
Grown up around you like a
Mountain of trash a mean giant
Has flung down on your patch!
You could finally drag out that
white glass kitchen container
Cracked and glum, your guest
Had mistreated before leaving!
Pile it up with fresh red mud &
Stick a bright glittering fern in
It so one hour in the day begins
To shine with instant solace &
Then you find out that the few
Cuttings of the White Wandering
Jew you had picked up from the
Park, have filled up the hanging
Pot like a present from your very
Favourite aunt to glisten at you!
The favourite grey dress with the
Tiny buttons that you once loved
Has now been taken by kitty to be
Her very own favourite bolster &
That too is another step forward!
That favourite plant of a friend you
Lost recently, which you always told
Her was all over the flat, is now the
One that grows, gleams and curls up
And down every which way and even
Survives the grey tabby’s fat furry
Self, through every single dreamy nap!
It winds around the small unused sink
Under the sky light, like her cheeky
Jokes and grins & tender comforting
A shawl that wraps around the hole
Of losses like only real friendship can
And even as you begin to use up the
First of many such left overs of living,
That distant, out of reach island begins
To come swirling like peace purring!