The opposite of pain

is when you wake up and can walk,

unaware you’re in a body, 

a shift from twisting rapids to trickling 

streams; and there’s a lily pad floating 

on your back; a frog is singing on that lily pad

and a gentle current is stroking shoreline. 

A flower, mesmerized by all

the croaking and caressing, tips open 

white and lavender blossoms 

for a honeybee who wants nothing 

more than to drink sweet nectar.

And you smile as you spread it all

on your morning toast with coffee.