Happiness, Joe says, is a wild red flower
plucked from a river of lavaand held aloft on a tightrope
strung between two scrawny treesabove a canyon
in a manic-depressive windstorm.
Don't drop it, Don't drop it, Don't drop it - ,
And when you do, you will keep looking for it
everywhere, for years,
while right behind you,
the footprints you are leaving
will look like notes
of a crazy song.
- Tony Hoagland
from How It Adds Up
What Narcissism Means to Me