Happiness at the Door

I intercepted happiness at the door:
We’re booked solid, je suis désolé!
beside myself. We do so cherish your
lively patronage....any other day.

Crises of all sizes heap my plate,
must-do, do-or-die, ASAP
I'm everywhere at once, running late....
That's when of all the times in life, she

blooms out of nowhere with a gay hello
a smile of friendly interest in her eyes.
So I resume my chores – the teaspoons so, 
the timid lily in its stem-vase
comme ça. Our kitchen cat wet-mops its face 
with just the same efficiency and grace.