Happiness

Happiness                                 

Morning after another night of working

     very late,

my eyes follow lines my mind’s too tired

     to take in;

from beyond the glass a sparrow’s cheep

     rings sharply,

cheep cheep cheep—a new sound, though who knows

     when it began.

Dust motes tumble in a haze

     of autumn sunlight.

Soon, in rooms nearby, the neighbours

     will be rising.