A picnic in May arises in January recall
remembering conversation and watermelon
a memory of May we believe
connected by time on a line..
On this cold January morning
the picnic images appear
warming the morning with cheer..
It is a story we place in time
separated from our reverie just now..
But on this January morning
a startling newness arises:
Nothing was lost of the picnic
memories-sensations alive
color and reveal Happiness
in the one I know as I am...