on the sunny side of life

it's a light-bathed corner overlooking a sky that breathes easy after a week of choking clouds
in a city that breathed easy for one lost day
it's a certain smell that takes me right back to the evening when i returned, walking, to a new home, where already (and true to form) an ironing board stood waiting
in a town that i wished violently to make mine
it's night after night wrapped close and warm in a fort of pillows
in a quiet certainty that i'd convinced myself i'd never find

i was thinking only this morning that sleeping next to someone is just about the sweetest gift
but my words come only haltingly and fall flat

it's an easiness with living that's taken so many years to find