Tripping With The Flow Poem by noel maddock

Happiness
Before the fickle overthrows
Slaps and tickles
Blow my itching nose

Before it settles back to bland
The stuttered promise of delirium
I'll trace my aspirations in the sand
For the backwash to reshape them

Happiness, I admit, is mine
As quarry, my cell's pathogen
And nameless concubine
And oh my heart's oxygen

As I breathe it in
And out and in again
It's here and now
Not there and then

If so it's gone and goes with the wind