I feel happy-really happy

I am standing in line again,
waiting for the moods
to move and to sway,
the one ahead, it speaks
on a cell, whispers in laughter
of invasion to come,
the one behind me,
it taps its feet and giggles,
plans for the day
it will pervade me again.
I'm not manic
or carefree,
just standing in line
in this terminal of moods,
waiting my turn
on the twisting wheel,
no whining or hate.

suffering
has been
my conjoined twin
for so long
that I am horrified by
this uncontrollable longing
this boiling volcano
this mad impulse
to laugh