HAPPY BY: MICHAEL BLACK
Will I ever be happy?
What is happy?
Happy can’t be always
Looking over one’s shoulder
Pondering the “what ifs;”
Happy isn’t peering
Through far-sighted glasses.
Happy is staying
Firmly in the sandbox
With that Tonka Truck
Making motor noises
With your lips
Finding the euphoria
In a dusty-colored life
Knowing that it will
Never be pristine
But it is uniquely yours;
The love and hurt
Everything in between
Is your treasure
Howbeit,
Garbage to another
Still, yours.
Happy is
The moment in front of you
Perceived through the eyes
Of a fruit fly.