Weeds & Wildflowers Prompt / OctoColorFest

Looking for Happy

A poem

Feeling the weight and sad of 2020 — the worry and the uncertainty, the chaos and the criminality, the loss of hope and fear of future, burdens that break my back and deaden my soul — I went in search of happy.

I looked in closets and under furniture, opened boxes and emptied drawers, shook out blankets and upended my purse, I found keys and pens and paperclips, no dollars but a few coins, some allergy pills and lip gloss, even an undeposited check that gave me a little happy, but not enough to balance the sad of ten months.

Feeling desperate, watching raindrops, I sat at my computer, wondering if happy could be there with documents and files and words of other times, happier times, remembered and forgotten.

But, no, happy was not in the saved or the trashed importants of another time.

Then, I clicked on photos, and there it was — a world of happy, joyful color and life celebration, a world before all that is the worrisome now, a world colored happy.

A place I can visit anytime when tears or raindrops fall.

© Dennett 2020

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