Friday, June 4, 2021

Happiness Maybe

A halfway thing, perched
Somewhere between joy
And satisfaction,
Neither as pure as
The one, nor as low

As the other, just
A finch caught between
The two, uncaged but
Still undecided
Whether to forage

In the grass or sing
From the roof, or what?
Happiness can be
Unhelpful that way.
A maniacal

Serenity was
Pynchon’s description
Of the writing of
Garcia Marquez.
Let’s say happiness

Fits that description,
Not near to escape
Velocity, as
Joy flies, but floating
Past satisfaction.

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