Paradise Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

We were stuck in this big city
for so many troubled years
that we couldn’t keep up.
All-year round
it was noise, dust and unrest
in fond repetition.
Suddenly you murmured,
“One day I’ll get us out of here
and into paradise.”

Years were spent, still in this rut
you placed a wrinkled note
onto my hands of soot.
I read aloud;
“Among this expanse of mess,
thank you for always glistening, my jewel.”
Who needs to go, who needs paradise,
when this mayhem and crazy
got me my paradise in you.