Happiness
is the fly
on the tip of my nose
that with the slightest
twitch
flies away
Happiness
is my beard
made of many individual
studs
always shaggy
thus never uniform
Happiness
is rebound love
a one-night stand
after I met Joy
before I knew Grace
Happiness
is my tongue
quiet and sparing
but drooling
for the divine
Happiness
is happiness
a rare antique
from my childhood’s
sleep.
Beyond Language 
a queer vision of happiness; this poem is well delivered.well done.
a queer thing indeed, that so often trickles away
Thanks word-wanderer!
it is seldom that i read a poem about happiness in a sad tone. when i felt after reading this, something heavy that i need to heave it out.
i had a poem version of happiness during the early days of my hames blog, http://hames1977.wordpress.com/2006/04/27/happiness-is-a-hammock-under-a-shady-tree/
quite different in tone and treatment, not in the same league as yours.
Normally I don’t submit on blogs, but I would like to say that this poem definitely forced me to comment. Nice one!