Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on May 15, 2016 by Jan Wilberg

If there are stairs
Climb them
If the clouds call
Go there
Run your hands along the railing
A thousand hands have smoothed
Read the hearts in the sturdy wood
Carved by midnight lovers
Fly above the trees
On this day you have
Category: WritingTags: Lapham Peak, poetry, Wisconsin


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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