So early it's still almost dark out. <br />I'm near the window with coffee, <br />and the usual early morning stuff <br />that passes for thought. <br /> <br />When I see the boy and his friend <br />walking up the road <br />to deliver the newspaper. <br /> <br />They wear caps and sweaters, <br />and one boy has a bag over his shoulder. <br />They are so happy <br />they aren't saying anything, these boys. <br /> <br />I think if they could, they would take <br />each other's arm. <br />It's early in the morning, <br />and they are doing this thing together. <br /> <br />They come on, slowly. <br />The sky is taking on light, <br />though the moon still hangs pale over the water. <br /> <br />Such beauty that for a minute <br />death and ambition, even love, <br />doesn't enter into this. <br /> <br />Happiness. It comes on <br />unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, <br />any early morning talk about it.<br /><br />Raymond Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiness-5/
