happiness
can be cultivated
perhaps
boil the kettle for a cup of tea
or go for a walk
or write a twelve-part novel on the love life of the urban sasquatch
and happiness could easily grow
in fact
happiness is a little like crabgrass
it doesn’t take all that much to grow it really
when the sun is in the right quadrant of the sky
or the pertinacious stuff of the sidewalk cracks
is just going to do its thing
no matter
effing
what
ideally happiness can use a little watering
if you have the energy to tilt the can
today
and if not
remember
happiness is also an explosion out of nowhere
and the great safecracker in the sky
has no interest in locking down joy
in its customary places