The Happiest Face

The happiest face
I have ever seen
Was that of a man
On the eastward A303,
On the hard-shoulder
On his feet
His clothes unrent
His golden beard
Untouched by rivulets of blood,
His feet firmly encased
In shoes,
Caught in the motion of
Swinging into his arms
His infant son,
His golden hair shining,
Not shot through by rivulets of blood,
Delivered from the upside-down red sedan
In a ditch
On its roof,
Five cars brought to a halt
And ten civilians watching.

And on this man’s face:
Pure joy.

© Kathryn Davies