Happiness wears ordinary clothes,
Appropriate for everyday pursuits:
Perhaps because desire comes and goes;
Perhaps because one gets mud on one's boots.
Yet one must celebrate from time to time
The happiness of ordinary days,
Whittling the wonder into rhyme,
Embracing one's prosaic life with praise.
Now let us sing the words that we would speak,
Then dance to steps through which we merely move!
Years look for the passions of a peak,
Expecting some bright blossoming of love.
If happiness must be a stable state,
Given that it must so long endure,
Here we have a day to celebrate
The choices and the chances of our fate,
Having found a grace we can secure.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.