Gift

A day so happy,
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden,
Humming birds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

"Gift" ~ Czeslaw Milosz