You’d have to fill your glass all day
to celebrate the pleasures,
peaches and wild blueberries for breakfast,
tomatoes and cottage cheese at noon,
sunlight sparkling on the water,
breezes whistling in the pines,
brushing your cheek,
and always the sound of the river,
singing.
You’d have to toast each minute,
and they fill hours
with delights,
till your heart, overflowing,
bubbles like champagne.
