Poem

Then the old man said ‘why can’t we be happy with everything?’

Can’t we love it all?

The young girl asks ‘why can’t we have it all?’

Is it possible to find a certain love in the whole lot?

Or am I just going a bit crazy?

Can we decipher for ourselves

When to eat up all the wonder?

Because pushing it down is cramping my style

Is it too strange to want to be

And just love for a little while?

Take note of the speechlessness of a genuine smile

In all it’s simple magic

Then look away to a new scene..

The child crying softly

Weeping on a concrete footstep

And inside, a broken toy

Tears tumbling over his fingers

But it’s real and there’s no doubt

And it’s a precious living thing

That I can’t stop thinking about

And I know of this life

That the word beauty falls so short

There’s no way to live and love

Unless you observe and do and know

What can’t be taught or told

So ride the cradle’s gentle wave

And inspire the moonshine

Into simply being, without a word

(c) Megan Graham 2006

Wollongong