This is the photograph I took
when we were driving home from
a barn dance last Friday night.
There isn't one thing
I don't love about it.
My heart was full to the brim with love.
I felt I could write books.
The night felt soft in the palm of my hand.
Susan Enan was singing,
soft and low
on the CD player in the car.
Everything was still and silent.
Looking out the window
I imagined I saw a swan fly
across the moon.
Happiness filled me,
like a cup.
