Happiness

Your happiness is greased eel

In time's vast swamp, you standing still.

Led by hands, that's bound to take,

Its form, its movement- ripples make

.

Breathing point within the mud,

Fingers shade clotted blood.

Heart mind, sinews taut,

On lucky days with scales they twined.

But every other day, you stand alone,

Dirty tired silent, playing with bone.