Happy the end all?
Happy is just one end
of a flailing ribbon
we all jump toward
hoping to grab anywhere
I see that many people
try to keep their happiness
These are the people
you see floating around
at the high point
of their jumps, perfectly level
feet not touching
the ground. They are
lifted by our
assumptions. And strung
along like lights
against the ribbon
It’s like we can’t
shut it off, this little bit
of not enough, all
the time. So why try?
We are seductively long
genetics. And
never staying happy
is the reason
we have survived