the smile

this poem has been floating around on my desk for a few years
it hides away then i find it lodged in a book or a paper file
it pops up out of piles of papers
and reasserts itself into my consciousness i don't know why
it's like a reminder of something
so i try to take heed
there is no name on the page
thus i present it here as a poem from the great ageless poet
Anon  ( i should hope Anon accepts the few editorial gestures)



with jangling strings
and a scent of holiness
you crept in
through one of those cracks
in the hardened, sun-baked ground

you brought rains
softened the soil
stretched forth your roots
into the newly fertile ground

an unnamed longing
disturbing the stasis
deep below

erupting
into a boundless smile
growing from the dark recess

my face,  of its own accord,
betrays to me
its joy
at seeing yours








anon