Grounded

It’s a humming in the ribs

Stacks of quarters clicking

Counting my change

Cleaning my laundry

Catching the bus home

There’s an art to happiness

It comes in multitudes

Glittering and golden

Laughing at the counter

Lingering at the door

Leaving only reluctantly

Admire it in retrospect

It never stays long

I place more faith in the mountains

Grounded eternally in the meter of life

Still and true