Muse?

Muse of Happiness

So you blow into the room, jaunty, buoyant

as if you’ve had sex before breakfast

(with someone) - a pink and ginger screw,

or taken a few glasses with lunch

or received some Very Good News

and these small joys

have lifted you, filled each cell

with fortune, that glimmers there

all afternoon, casting light

onto our white notebooks.

This is all it takes.