Muse of Happiness
So you blow into the room, jaunty, buoyant
as if you’ve had sex before breakfast
(with someone) - a pink and ginger screw,
or taken a few glasses with lunch
or received some Very Good News
and these small joys
have lifted you, filled each cell
with fortune, that glimmers there
all afternoon, casting light
onto our white notebooks.
This is all it takes.