It’s been awhile…
Happy is a slippery word, and slipperier idea.
Never the means, and always a mirage of ends.
We thought it would wear a diamond ring, from the velvet hand of a man.
Or the baby, rolls on dimples, picture perfect for the applause of strangers.
The job, professional, and complete with brown bag lunches.
One, two, three, and then it’s gone. Happiness, like an August rain, blown out with the twilight colour.
So then happy. Not the ends, but a tangle of means. The means of contentment, of the changed heart, of the new eyes.
That person, the difficult. These times, the waiting.
Happy my heart. And happy any heart that learns it’s starting right now. Right here.