All kinds of happiness

A child clapping in delight

To things we’ve long since lost the wonder of.

The satisfaction of a job well done

Patching over all issues from the way.

Cheering from well-meaning friends,

And a more malevolent type of glee hidden.

Parents sighing in glad relief

When the children’s wild games are over,

While the elders smile on, amused,

Having found the secret to contentment.

A blissful pleasure shared between lovers,

With renewed rejoicing at every encounter.

And the thrill of discovering it all,

How many facets happiness can hide.

There are fiery sides to its rapture,

And deep pools of blessed serenity,

The coy smiles and the genuine ones

Hiding so many other little qualifiers

From shyness to absence, to desire, to dare,

Internal and hidden to boisterous bursts.

And the laughs – so many possible laughs

Giggles, chuckles, wheezes, cackles…

And on and on it can go with a grin,

The mere list turned to self-gratification,

An unexpected sort of kind reassurance

That of all possible kinds of happiness,

You too can find one for your own.

I need a friend

There are days when I really need a friend.
I need a friend who would show up at my door
With a pint of creamy icecream
And a tray of cookies just to be sure
Because he heard the inflection in my voice
And knows not to believe a word I say.
Who wouldn’t mind choosing the movie
And letting me rest my head in his lap,
Who would make me laugh myself silly
And choke on the cookies and tea.
Who I could kiss at that particular scene
And in whose eyes I wouldn’t fear looking
As we marvel at how meaningless it is,
And how the meaninglessness can mean
Quite so much for healing my heart.
I need a friend who would chuckle
When I start crying at that stupid ending
But would have no hesitation to hold me
When the tears start becoming the real thing
And I get to finally feel some relief
As I soak it all in his shirt and warm arms.
I need a friend who would force me up
Put me on wheels and push me down the street,
Raise my heart rate so artificially
Until I remember how to form excitement
That doesn’t depend on people staring,
Looking at both of us like we are crazy.
But in the meanwhile, being crazy in two
Is the best kind of crazy someone can be.
Could you please be my friend?

April First

A spring bloom on Easter day,
Painted eggs on gilded trey,
Red and shining like a dream;
In between, chocolate and cream,
Laid more eggs, sweet bites on theme.

Fool you’d be though, if you rush,
On your teeth the sweets to crush.
One might sooner bite on rocks,
Laid as traps in ribbonned box…
Since it’s Fools’ Day on the clocks.

March Flowers

The turn of page to March has come
On fast winds and gentle sun.
The branches of the trees have filled
With a white and silver gild
That lets off the fresh perfume
Of its special springly bloom.
Other blooms the windows grace,
With their lush flowery lace,
So thick you can hardly see
In the garden what might be.
I think the ground is happy too
With its new and warm updo,
Not again beaten by winds
By which it has been so skinned.
Oh, you spring, so good you came!

… it is only a small shame
That the trees are white with snow
Coming down in steady flow,
That the flowers grow from ice,
Frozen over once, twice, thrice,
And the ground’s new plushy cover
Hugging it like a lost lover
Only holds it warm and spared
Because we weren’t prepared
For the inches of its height
When the snow piled at night.

March, it’s good that you have come…
Any chance you’d bring some sun?
It seems that maybe you forgot
You’re a spring, not winter thought.