Happiness
.
The smallest pleasure
may be more rewarding.
.
Do I fool myself?
I question, as I reposition the answers.
.
The sly smile of old men friends
afternoon coffee
all women in black dresses
on the street of a village
a church
with a modest chapel
.
The difference of my pace here is
work on two feet
I travel the world after all
to come home to own
familiar comforts and
my freedom
left unsacrificed.
