365 Poems/65 Smiling With Your Eyes
Smiling with your eyes
The paper in the bin uncurls.
It sounds like ice quietly breaking.
I notice little things now that you are here.
I like having you with me in the morning,
your spine, eyelids, lashes, teeth,
fingers, mouth, mumbled first words.
We put too much pressure
on ourselves, always thinking
we’ll slide back to square one,
and lie to our friends that
we’re doing better
I learnt today that a smile
is more than the lips.
It’s mouth, teeth and cheeks.
If there are no wrinkles or creases
around the eyes, then the smile
has come from nowhere.
You put hot milk and sugar on my Shreddies,
so I can keep up my momentum when,
later, I am absolutely alone,
and my thinking tries to detach itself
again from my inner compass.
When you smile, your eyes are
not empty windows, they are self-revealing,
they are honest, they are occupied.