Brett Hetherington

Banner photos: Cornelia Kraft


Your own sun pearl is happy

       It is deliverance

Happy is walking and dropping from nowhere

       It is weightless

Happy is not over there               

      Happy is just about to know you

It’s the hand that sayeth go thou go thou


And happy is driving through it


Happy is no one’s measly mantra

        Happy is jawbones

It’s the sight of sane eyes

         It is downstairs in a box of photos

And is not interested in laws


Happy, the light that angles in

        The musical proposition of hearing words well

Happy to wait without caring and happy with the empty cart

        The start of it all and the last

Happy is the life of fountains

         It’s getting lost to know

And it’s what is still standing tomorrow


Happy is not smugness

         Happy is the bed of years

The pillow of doubt

         It is sprung to your liking

Happy is piling in

         Kissed up and ripe

It is what stirs


Happy is the carrying ant

        The tender light

And stepping into sun

        It is not purchasable

It is let in the dogs

        Happy is cheating no one

Happy is great is my love for this world