Happiness tips his hat in Central Park


Yesterday, you posted

A picture of happiness

As it walked upon

Proteins in the brain.


Joy strolled upon

Joy upon joy –

Green and orange


And filigree. Restore

Parasols in parks, stop

At the hot dog vendor, he’ll

Tip his hat to passersby –


Sorrow, contempt, wrath –


Will they respond

In kind? When

It rains does


Happiness take his

Umbrella or wear

Sunglasses when it’s


So bright that some sort

Of sunshine beams in

Though each Ear

Canal, nostril, his

Mouth? All  transit

Authorities letting information


From an outside world in. Determined,

Joy will indeed leave

His cane with cape and cap,


Trek the mountain unassisted.


This is Poem #16 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

I appreciate your feedback as these poems are not “finished”, and I intend to go back into many of them in the future.