Happiness. It's relative.
I meant
to write something profound
deep
Move people
impress with my erudition
touch
I forgot
what I would write
in a sea of waterlilies
Instead
I reached in black water
Pulled two slick stems
Wound
white blossoms
in black rope
Floral
masthead for my canoe
just enough
Then I saw
yards ahead in a water forest
a yellow lily
Sacrificed
everything I’d planned
for the last flower
Lovely!