POEM A DAY – February 28

Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves, says Aristotle
For C

C sends me ‘quotes of the day’
and I get poems, at least three, each morning

like kites flying above me I can stare at lovingly
or that give me a childish giggle or that I can pull

down and touch, inspect intricacies, keep or release
this tender morning, Aristotle tells me something I

know. This is a flag that bobs and bows above me
that rainbows and smiles, flits and flats so constantly

some days I don’t even see it. Some days it’s because
I’m feeling it…the flag touches down on its own and

wraps me up. Some days it’s overcrowded up there
and I can’t see the sky for the kites (you know, like

how sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees).
and some days, like yesterday, I wouldn’t have seen

old Ari’s flag at all because my children made me
so happy, I was floating in their love way about the

kites and even the clouds…closer to the stars.