Make Good

Happiness swells when I 
look lower; when my eyes
are moonward, the stars
are hidden by the overlit
sky. Under great clouds,
heavy hearts. On little 
rocks, pebbled feet. I
swim on the pond and
feel the ocean in my
memory; when I do
not ask for more than
is available, I am in 
order and creation 
is the order of the
day.