Happiness

To that piece of wisdom you smile upon me:

“To be happy
And enjoy life
No matter
How things be”

I am first a little guilty
Of all my endless cribs
That never seems to end,

Then a little solemn
To the truth in that piece of wisdom,

Until bored of both
Guilt and Solemnity,

I resolve a jump
And do a little jig
To a song the FM plays,

Which has me out of breath,

And also terribly out of tune
To all thoughts of
What happiness is?

Perhaps happiness
Is contained in everything else,
Except in the thought
How happy am I?

4/1/2008