On Happiness

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Looking back
over the long valley
through which we’ve come
from the vantage of the pass
over which we need to go
the switch`backs lie
like the folds
of an old accordion
compressed of all its air
the box empty of its melody
Such an exhausting climb
just to make it this far
nothing but ash
where we made camp
the scent of frying bacon
gone back to that of dry pine
our laughter to bird`song
our ghosts to shadows
melted by dawn
We were happy then
although we did not say it
thinking but of our tomorrow
where we could find water
without which we’d die
for sheer thirst

“Being happy is mostly like that. You don’t see it up close.
You recognize it later from the ache of memory.
And you can’t recapture it.” ~ Dana Gioia

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to On Happiness

  1. lovely – happiness is so fleeting.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. rivrvlogr says:

    A thirst for even more to look back on.

    Like

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