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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

State of Happiness

A random road going somewhere.
The hallway of a stadium.
A woman’s gaze looking up.
A planet flashing overhead.
A hand stroked by mistake,
an instant affair.
We put the face of reason
on the instantaneous,
when things are searching
for each other.
The randomness of home.

The hour when we fall in love,
when children are conceived,
when something, somewhere
is a story,
the changed direction
of the universe,
as if known
things meet,
odysseys begin after breakfast
and we go on
as if nothing more or less could
happen,
the miraculous
waking up at dawn inside us.

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