even in the soil of happiness
it will take root and spread itself
measure for measure towards the rising light.
You don't have to watch the grass fade,
bleached by loss and pale from pain,
to feel it sit beside you on the journey home.
Don't have to take a wrong turn
and find yourself lost,
before you see it coming
wedged between the parcels on the train.
You must not wait for it to find you in the dark
clickety clack of the track
but seek it out now,
making place for it like an old friend
even as you feel your breath warm the glass pane,
looking out through clear glass
alive and glad already
for the kindness by your side.
Don't wait...you don't need to!