THE DAY HE WAS BORN IN THE PARK

 

There was a squirrel

sitting in his best posture.

There were praises being sung

by a plane passing overhead.

A small girl’s laughs

lit up the lives of those

who heard her, and happiness

strolled around in its invisible way.

It was his first moment

as a miracle. It was

the rosy face of the world

staring at him suddenly.

It was the things of this life

cheering for themselves.