I WANT TO BE HAPPY

Some of the time, I simply am not..  but i don't consider that a problem.  Why should i be happy all the time?  Why should anyone?  It's not normal.  Life has ups and downs, don't you know, and seasons, and changes, all that.  Here's a poem I wrote the other day, in a down moment:

The metre fails. The melody, absented, goes unheard.

What should be, went somewhere, and words are

Stumbling clods of thought.

Stumbling blocks that fizzle into dirt, making mole-hills out of

Mountains, tick-tocking their way down the dark side.

Rocks that tip and settle like a bad throw of the dice;

The bet is swept; you thought it hidden, but everyone knew,

Except you.

If shapes could hold, be fast, and stop, so senses, shrivelling

In lightest air, might know an instant’s knowing....

But on and on we are carried by the dull haul of dreams,

To waken, and hear

Nothing.

the tickling, cold jacuzzi

And then, some happy moments ensued.  Some pictures:

at the rehearsal; garden

a rooftop sunset pic i took

me, sam peeking past drums, and carlos

steve goldberg, trumpet and me, pointer

beautiful statues in the garden; this and one below

the ocean visible past the garden

just so tickled

and now I will attempt to put up the video of us rehearsing "I Want to be Happy"  or maybe another day...it's taking too long.