Why aren’t there more poems
About sunny days
The fuzziness of kittens
The taste of fresh strawberries
And the feel of cool stream water
Rushing over warm skin
On a hot day
Happy poems
Or poems about happiness
Or about being happy
It could be a lack of happiness
I suppose
Nothing happy to write about
Ever
At all
By anyone
Which seems bleak
(Even by poetic standards)
Maybe it’s that
Sadness sells
Misery makes money
Pain profits
(And so forth)
Which is actually true
Because conflict
Is interesting
And schadenfreude
(Look it up)
Is a thing
Or perhaps, it’s more that
We feel a sense of kinship
When we see failure and ruin
There is shared purpose in grief
Solidarity in heartbreak
Membership in a brotherhood of sorrow
Bonded by tears
There is one possibility
So far unconsidered
And that is that
Joy
Is to be enjoyed
And we’d rather spend that sunny day
Savoring the light and warmth
Living in that peaceful moment
Wrapped up in contentment
Than looking up synonyms
For bliss
Which is why
(Because the sun is sunny)
I’ll end this poem here
