In Search Of

My happiness is a fleeting thing content
to land on my shoulder from time to time.

I do not shoo it away as it rests upon me.
It sits and looks this way and that.

Often I wonder what it can see that I cannot.
When it takes flight I watch it into the distance

and wonder where it goes, what it sees.
Sitting, waiting, I cannot let idleness overcome me.

There is time yet to put on shoes
to walk beneathe the sun,

to wander under moonlight.