Where does the green of envy start its creep? The insecurity of place rocks us loose in our relation to all relationships and forces us to shake our fists at the sky when things crumble, as they do. Is all security illusion? Is chaos the rule? Is the secret that there is no secret? Wishing for the wish all vanity and ego, the gulp and grab of humanity. Who said happiness was attainable? Just a right. Right is just and written down, inked, penned and read aloud. So how is it gotten? Is it gotten? It is a flash while driving alone at night, the cold breeze forgets your death, all that ends. The frozen second of the long note. A strawberry. Laughter in a movie theater. Then silence, and waiting, craning to view any scene. Launching, perched to pounce on the slightest glimmer of gladness. Did you bring some for everyone? Is there enough happy to share?