Sonnet 22: we are never entirely sure

By Matthew Paul Olmos

we are never entirely sure of where happiness comes
always it steps in some sideways door
with this small, quiet breathing, no, more like hum
and we are so scared to hear it cuz we know we'll want more.

we are never entirely sure we want happiness knocking
never does it stay so long as it intended
its eyes wandering off to some new place stalking
and letting it in so quick to offend the offended.

and we never entirely believe in happiness at all
more of a cruel joke laughing
laughing as it stands so tall
and us so short, always up and grabbing.

i want to let this happy shit all the way inside,
but for the entire ride, my foot, just left out and off to the side.