I come inside after gazing
at the newly opened iris,
the season’s first, just in time
to catch a conversation
floating from the laptop
on my kitchen table.
“Happiness,” Mo is saying,
“isn’t about getting what you want.”
He pauses slightly and smiles.
“It’s about loving what you have.”
(How could we not!)
Quietly, words from a card pinned
above my desk flow through my mind:
“Look around you.
Appreciate what you have.
Nothing will be the same
in a year.” I look around,
my eyes brushing everything
with thanks so deep it nearly spills
right over the brim.