Thirteen ways of happy

I

A dewdrop on a blade

and fisheyed reflections

of the entire space

II

A collapsed chrysalis -

the empty casings

of vast possibilities

III

One incomplete sentence

and the story arc

connecting the silence

IV

Coffeefroth that mimicked

hearts before dispersing

as the drinker blinked

V

The absence of full stops

and caps, slow ripening

garbage smell echoes crops

VI

Loosened rhymes jangling

like change in small pockets

of an early morning

VII

Threads of smoke-mist

over the skyline, cities stretching

themselves awake

VIII

Darkness and milky moonlight

the river stumbles on its way

to silver

IX

A fort like a forest canopy

a single tree where

thoughts can sing

X

The little button fruits

in pavement cracks in an

unknown neighbourhood

XI

The wind in the eye

of a needle and through

the mane of a lion

XII

The diamond that turns

out a pebble, speckled like

a birds egg and earth

XIII

The poems that aren’t poems

but you can’t take your

woozy mind off them

Still exploring 'happy,' and personally, nothing like the touch of old Mother Earth for that happiness fix.