The Strangest Happiness
By Pippa Little
Though we have no new words
for this time of illness in remission
we go by the weight of your hand upon my shoulder
and this is the strangest happiness:
no longer expecting anything more than
morning glories in the hedgerow, birdsong,
coffee hot and strong, some days life
feels very much the same
this way. Everything simple and separate now,
a shaft of sun across the floor. We are in love
again, and very young, and kind
with one another.
Pippa Little was awarded first prize with this poem for the Aryamati Poetry Prize 2019. Thank you Pippa for showing us hope and strength in the face of adversity and pain.