How silly
you must have felt
when you realized
happiness
had been there
the whole time
smiling, shaking its head
laughing at you from a table
in the corner of the room
watching your performance
of wailing and moaning
over nothing
now you make your way
across the crowded floor
to the table by the window
head bowed, nervous grin
past anger, fear, and grief
and all that blocked your view
to rest easy and raise a glass
to the death of those things
that blocked the light
and wonder no more
what happiness might say
if you took the time to listen.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press December 2014
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