A Spring Credo
Alex Berkley
Happiness is easy
Like the still weeds we saw
Standing in a pond that looked like
Green Jell-O
The geese with their feet in the air
Fishing under a sun that seemed to be
Hurtling towards the surface
If I hear nothing but your laughter
And our puppy’s snores
For the rest of my life
I’ll miss music, for sure
But I guess I’d be okay
We walked back on a muddy path
With our baby son on your back
Deer watching with placid fear
The humans here are okay, they say
Except maybe that guy on the bench
Who has the mild look of a serial killer
But perhaps we’re stereotyping
And he’s probably a fine guy
Just enjoying the sunshine