So Much Happiness
It is difficult to know
what to do
with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to
rub
against,
A wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the
world
falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
Something to
hold in
your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It
doesn’t
need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness
lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
And disappears
when it
wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you
once
lived in a peaceful tree house
And now live over a quarry of
noise
and dust
Cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of
its
own,
It too could wake up filled with possibilities
Of
coffee cake
and ripe peaches,
And love even the floor which needs to be
swept,
The soiled linens and scratched records….
Since there is no place
large enough
To contain so much happiness,
You shrug, you raise your
hands,
and it flows out of you
Into everything you touch. You are
not
responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no
credit
For the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share
it,
And in that way, be
known.
