Happiness Enough For Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

When we are here
we think only of a road that ends
to a definite
stop

so when we go near that place
we think we are consumed
and feel like we are
empty tin cans

worry no more
there is another view to all these
and it is like
a window overlooking
a cliff

the trees appear like dots
upon a mound
and the skies are like rivers
blue and white
flowing upon
so much space

it is bountiful
and enormous and your heart surely
cannot contain
all these

we go beyond and that is
happiness enough for me.