The Big Happy
Over time I danced the Big Happy
On both my left feet
Balanced tenderly at the point
Where up can no longer be sustained
But down has yet to be reached.
All this cosmic dust is starting to blind us
Well it’s blinding me
Massive tectonic plates are shaking off their rust
Yawning majestically like spent children
Shaking like puppies after their first baths.
But it’s after the half-way point
After the last turn on your way home
All the signs were taken down
So you forgot how you’ve gotten here
Yet it’s not magic
Not luck
Not an unequal equilibrium
That got this mess moving in the first place.
It’s you
It’s me
It’s our silence and contentment
With the Big Happy
That engulfs our senses
Sucks our marrow
Freezes us like quicksand in slow motion
It’s you
It’s me
Rushing off for another trial run
Trying to get the Big Happy
One more time
One last time.
1 comment:
What a delicate balancing act between WANTING and PAYING the price. Ah - the price of our greed gets steeper and steeper. Aren't we supposed to see the relationship between wanting the "Big Happy" and the cost of getting it? Thank you for sharing your insights. Ah - the pain...
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