When you feel all that’s left in life is gloom,
you can’t imagine then what joy will bloom.
Amazing though our cleverness may be,
for life on Earth, we’re still a catastrophe.
Waves of sound that issue from your lips
could sink or could sustain relationships.
Forgetfulness has made the forest sprout
from buried acorns squirrels forgot about.
When buds are slow to open, you don’t scold
since buds respond to warmth but not to cold.
Numerous as leaves, the words you spoke,
collect light – full of beauty – like an oak.
Conceive of joy, and in some moment after
you will give birth to it as a burst of laughter.
Mario A. Pita