In your smallest pocket

You wake each day
to this bewildering world
and again wonder
What am I doing

Your life, eaten away
diced and sliced
into meaningless portions
Served up to the God of lists
and things yet to be done

In the smallest pocket
of your oldest clothes
you will find it
Right where you left it
in your busyness and inattention

It doesn’t matter how much harder you try
in your discontent and longing
For there, in your smallest pocket
your happiness is waiting still

All you need do is remember
Smile to yourself at your forgetfulness
slide in your hand
hold tight
And there you will find it
your happiness waiting still

JANE O’SHEA
from ‘Follow Yourself Home’