The less you look
for happiness, the more
you find it. I am not surprised
or puzzled by the darkness.
What leaves no visible sign of
being- the oiled palm print,
the disarray of foliage altered
by a heavy foot, the streak of
daylight bleeding in a summer sky,
the shadow of a passing bird
moments before disappearing
into a wall of fog and cloud-
need not be understood.
Everywhere is sadness, shame
nothing saves us from it. Here,
I close my eyes and quickly see
rays of light, blazing edges burning
outward like an ordinary sun just
rising in an ordinary morning.
