I don’t know what to say
I actually feel quite good today
But poetry lives in sadness
(some would say)
the inky shadows on the page
2B pencil’s soft and shade but
sometimes being happy is brave.
So I’m taking in a moment of breath
bringing pencils on new steps
sketching lines out far and wide
going places I cannot hide
still don’t know what shape to take
dreams becoming what we’ll make
savoring the light and shade
sometimes being happy is brave.
Too Far From the Sun 