CASSANDRA WHITAKER

Happiness Loop

a string down the centre
of me humming after a pluck
of good love, silver
humming like a piano top
as fine lace caresses
and caresses, a string
harmonizing with every system
singing as rain becomes a matrix
where all are connected
at the feet, the garden,
uproots, grass and every bird
tossing grass as all mother
weathers father like a moon
manifesting a tide, thunder
rolling on hot luck, life
inside my body, finally,
at last. singing. Inside me