No End to Happiness ~ Katharine Coles


No end to woe.  No way to know
Which weighs more.  Today
Bliss carries my small boat

Turning, oars lost already
Miles upstream. Bliss
A word we’re barely allowed
These days to use.  Now

The boat spins, sky flashes
Blue through leaves where
A pirol lofts its song, pure
Gold on the ear.  The air

A faint trembling.  Downstream
Could be anywhere.