AT THE CENTER OF HAPPINESS
He could be carrying his bowl
back to the kitchen
when the curtain might curl in a breeze,
and suddenly he would be miles away
in his mind, constructing
something useful for someone.
Or he could be sitting in the park
when a woman passes on the path,
a woman whose suffering
flares in her eyes like fire,
and swiftly he would set down
a foundation for the future,
a life where fulfillment
falls from the skies on everyone.
Or sometimes some children would laugh
and chase the snow from his thoughts,
and he would find himself
at the center of happiness.