Genuine Happiness

Eva Cruz

Is happiness really frolicking in a sun-kissed flower field

or a dimply smile fortified with shields of whitened enamel?

Can happiness be so shallow that a toddler may splash

its feet in? With water as transparent as glass. A window

to gaze upon the rocks and sand and the shy minnows

below. Minnows kiss the chubby toes sitting on thrones

of rocks and squeaky laughter spills from the tiny vocal cords.

Just keep laughing kid─  

The minnows will swim away.