(with Delycia at Kripalu)
Sitting by the lake, he looked
like a little boy, or a bright light,
or a bringer of the best news.
He looked like he could call you
a king or a queen,
and you would believe him.
The sunshine said he was the best
they’d seen, and the breezes
sang rather than spoke as they passed him.
But he knew he was just lucky,
knew he somehow got lost in a land of wonders.
He looked at his wife beside him,
she who shined the light that lit his life,
she who seemed like luck itself
Written at Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health,
with Delycia for R+R