Happiness
Comes in like a tornado
And out like a slaughtered lamb
In an Easter morning confessional

Tornado ruthless happiness
Some universe’s breath of emotion
That sweeps you off your feet

Before any shelter can be sought
Before any walls put up
Before the fear catches up with the beauty and before you realize it even

Where you might end up

This happiness cyclone rages
In an orange-purple sky and in her eyes
Eyes you got so lost in that they made your own eyes blind

To the danger of finding what you’ve searched for
Sifting through happy moments and the masquerade among them

Amongst us…

The tornado passes by, leaving quietly and carefully, the opposite of its arrival

Happiness dissolves, returns to the earth or the universe, or somewhere humans are incapable of seeing

Even in imagination

It leaves behind pain, and fear, and memories meant to haunt you

As you are left. As you were.

With echoes of each dying lamb reminding you of the life that began and ended, almost simultaneously

Ensuring that you know well, after all, how difficult it can be to keep breathing