Listening diary: Happiness

I didn’t know I was happy…
that I could hug and kiss you…
cross a bridge to see you…
or at least, plan our escape to nowhere…

I didn’t know how cheerful I lived…
because we could cross the streets…
and spend long hours talking about yesterday…
and of a certain tomorrow… with its Mondays and Tuesdays…

I didn’t know how lucky I was…
by being able to go to work every day,
on a train full of lonely but sovereign souls…
of lived lives…but still dreaming…

I didn’t know I was fortunate…
and who was kneading
the greatest worldly riches…
health, freedom and seeing your smile…
not only from this window…
but from the bastion of this wandering ship…

We had not heard,
to that inner voice that said…
that there was nothing more beautiful
than to love, to smile and continue being bountiful…