Happiness
Happiness is a yellow spoon,  floating easy, A white dandelion   seed  in   wind.
Driftwood swimming to the surface gasping after
a storm's roiling rumble rolls over.
Breathe
in deep the ice lemon smell
of relief.
It is
honey sick sweet sunlight seeping
through a broken home in shambles.
Its golden glue for the ones who mourn.
Torn,
no longer by the harsh cold rain, I feel warmth inside!
Take a breather kid, is what you are,
a wise one comforting heavy sin, saying
It's all right, I'll save you lovely
  as your tears dry with mine
let our hearts me covered in dryer wash swaddles still warm
from their fresh wash, out!
Free from the rain!
The smile on the homeless man's face with a new pair of shoes.
So simple.
Her apple cheek sweat soaked relief expression
of a mother with a babe in her arms,
fresher than the feeling after church on Sunday.
Happiness is a yellow spoon.