After the poetry fika last week I was inspired to buy Still Possible, a collection of poems by David Whyte.

When I received the book I settled in and opened it to a random page.

Here was my introduction:

What is this
beguiling reluctance
to be happy?

This quickness
in turning away
the moment
you might
arrive?

The felt sense,
that a moment's
unguarded joy
might after all,
just kill you?