I have found this poet that I love so much I need to stalk her gently
How far away is your happiness? How many inches? How many yards? How many bus rides to work and back? How many doorways and stairwells? How many hours awake in the dark belly of the night which contains all the world’s bedrooms, all dollhouse-sized? How far away is your happiness? How many words? How many thoughts? How much pavement? How much thread in the enormous sewing machine of the present moment?