Happy poem


by Reinekke Lengelle

I almost forgot
I was happy today,
while I was wiping
the stove
an old thought
pulled at my sleeve
it almost seemed convincing
trying to protect me
like the way
remembered pain
sticks and tries to make you
right about something,
While you know that ‘right’
is the block between you
and your freedom.
Forgiveness is not something
you do for ‘them’
I felt that little clench
the trickle of cortisol
but then I said
to myself,
“I love that,
that you had that
thought again”
and between the sponge
and the tap,
I forgot what it was about
and went on with this
happy day.