Happiness is the Glass Juicer

Happiness
is the glass juicer
we bought at the tip shop.

Its glass is so thick
and heavy
that it does not slip
when in use.

Its lip is so big
that it can hold
a full cup of juice.

It takes in the light,
wan or bright,
and turns it
into
mathematics.

It doesn't want to leave us.

It likes its dark corner
of the bottom shelf
under the sink.

It is equally content
to wait upside down
on the rack.

It reminds me of
my grandmother -

the only person
I ever met
who graduated
from a retirement village
and moved back home.

Happiness

is the glass juicer

we bought at the tip shop.

The oranges on my tree
now grow in bunches

and the limes,
well,
they all wrestle
for a place on the branch.