I could write dissertations
on the science of happiness
But I don’t.
Instead I write poems
(or a lack thereof)
and wade through its ebbs and flows,
watching as it drowns me
eludes me
brings me forward
pushes me away–
And I would study its every molecule,
separate its every hue,
document every euphoria,
diagnose every anxiety,
and spend each day observing every bright wonderful night
if only I knew
how
it
works.
“Bright Wonderful Night”
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