Happiness: will o’ the wisp
Unnoticed moments, unremarkable
Without texture or substance. Nothing
Nothing at all. Only
The engine of humanity. Everywhere.
Here. There. Anywhere.
Recipes don’t, can’t exist.
Yet:
Happy men live
Everyone wonders
‘Why so happy?
What’s the secret?’

Exquisite, eternal, ephemeral, moment
Seductive, depraved thoughts
More women, more drugs,
More millions, more houses
Failed, feeble, snatching at the wisp
Surrender to life,
To living
Happiness flowing around, over,
Beyond comprehension.
Life is happiness