I wouldn't say I slept like a baby last night but I was able to sleep better at least part of the night.
KC Metro Verse meeting last night - a very sparse attendance - unlike the previous.
I was introduced to the work of Raymond Carver. His bio can be found here. One of the poems read was Happiness.
The last two stanzas of this poem strike me fascinating because he sets this stage for happiness in a moment of beauty that is not defined by death, ambition or as he says, "even love". An abstract, defined in this instance by the absence of two abstracts and death playing any role. It is a peculiar approach, but I like it because it has in a way, brought simplicity to what happiness can be.
Such beauty that for a minute / death and ambition, even love, / doesn't enter into this.// Happiness. It comes on / unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, / any early morning talk about it.//