I looked under the cushions on the couch
The fourth drawer down
(that contains tangled bits and bobs)
I looked in my dressing table trinkets case
Dug under piles of lace
Unearthed missing pairs to odd socks
And found many other things I had “lost”
Yet I couldn’t put my hands on it.
I looked in my phone
My computer
My iPad
I
had
a
really
good
look, I must say
But it was only when I couldn’t even settle into the pages of a book
That I realised
You can’t find happiness in the same place that you lost it
You have to get up and find someplace altogether new
to see where you may have dropped it
And if you’re lucky, while you lose yourself
in a beautiful view
It might amble up beside you
And climb into a pocket
I’ve been immersed in my photography, writing on the side. Waking up with ideas for the day. I’m one of those people who must be creating, cooking, painting, gardening, writing, photographing…or I become stagnant and listless.
Happiness is cheap, for those of us who create. We literally create our own.
