Happiness: A Poem December 28, 2022Harry RickettsCreative & PoetryThe movies that really hit the spot have ironic, downbeat, equivocal endings.Happiness’s grand illusion is always just out of reach: Garance dwindles into the crowd;Rick turns from the Lisbon plane; Kane discards his tarnished star; Moseby adrift on Point of View.Happiness seems a habit some gain early, some never. (Yet we cling to the thing with wings.)A matter of collision: the right place, right time. Or not. It’s no potato you can grow.Print Harry RickettsHarry Ricketts is a poet, biographer, editor and essayist. Born and brought up in England, he lives in Wellington, Aotearoa, New Zealand where he taught for many years in the English Programme at Te Herenga Waka Victoria University of Wellington.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Related Posts Jeremiah Nature Out of Nothing, Something Spring Rain