HAPPINESS (abundance of)

(12/26/19) 11:46am

it’s sitting outside criss-cross in the rain

looking, listening,

dreaming.

it’s sitting in a closet,

door closed, lights off,

dreaming.

it’s laying on the bedroom floor

thinking, imagining,

being (or not being ?)

it’s reading a book

and enjoying it,

causing tears to fall.

it’s making up a song,

and crying while singing it.

it’s hiding underneath the bed,

hoping someone will come looking for you.

it’s one on one time.

see me eye to eye.

peace.

it’s finally knowing all the lyrics to a song after overplaying it.

(That’s excitement)

it’s holding a child in your arms,

and watching them fall asleep.

it’s eating Lindt chocolate just at the right temperature that it melts in your mouth.

it’s the joy of finally understanding something,

after the struggle to comprehend.

it’s memorizing a poem.

it’s feeling genuinely appreciated.

it’s receiving a hug so bomb,

you can’t think straight for a few minutes.

it’s learning sign language.

it’s being spoken to in spanish (but wait !)

and understanding it.

it’s sitting in the driveway,

in your socks,

on a warm day.

it’s receiving a letter.

it’s writing poems

and reading them.

it’s happiness,

the abundance of, because

it’s the small things that matter.