Under My Feet

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance. The wise grows it under his feet. ~ James Oppenheim

Somewhere over the rainbow
bluebirds sing. Things look bright.
That's where I want to be.
If only, when, someday,
¡Ojalá que sí!
Wishing my life away,
waiting for tomorrows
that never come.
With or without a rainbow,
here and now are mine,
malleable, claimable.
I will grab hold of today
and make my rainbow.