i think i just met the happiest person

in the world sometimes the wind ambles just right so a bicycle ride feels buoyant

sometimes the sun shines shyly so you feel it behind your fourth rib rather than on your forehead

sometimes you see such specific joy reflected on the frame of someone else and pilfer a bit for yourself

for me, happiness is slippery in the way silence is

self destructing as soon as you say it aloud

forgive me for my empathetic theft

happiness is a renewable resource, i hope