Joy

Joy

She steps out of the restaurant loo
to find her Sunglasses missing
And with it, those pretty paper towels carefully tucked under too
Her eyes sweep the room once
And, then she breaks into a smile.

Losing can be liberating
One less junk to care for
One less residue of her vanity
One less space in her memory

She had packed two for the trip
Those glasses from a 'buy 1 get 1 free' deal
Blue, the color of the sky
And, brown, the color of the earth
She felt like the sky that day
But the brown, beautiful earth beckons still

-Sajithra