Lately I’ve been happy
That line alone sounds like poetry
Because it’s true
Lately I’ve been smiling
At a bird flying low next to a pond
While the sun drops lower on a long spring day
At a yellow monarch flitting weightlessly
On a breath of wind next to a lake
That sparkled, electrified by the sun
At a child waving ecstatically and beaming
As I pass, strangers that we are.
Lately I haven’t had anything to write about
That I would want to read
I reject the spirit of Mary Oliver
Trying to take over my pen
Where is Florence Welch and her grand choir?
I now open my arms to instability and dynamism
Begone protection of peace and stillness!
Calling all muses!
I’ll take liars, cheats,
And the emotionally unavailable.
Any lowdown, heartbreaker,
Playboy, damaged,
Anyone who wants to wreak havoc on my soul
As long as I have something to write about.
Because lately I’ve simply been too happy.
