SUPERMARKET HAPPINESS

Supermarket Happiness is not real happiness. It represents the perishable happiness that first fills our refrigerators and then clogs our landfills.

By creating these mega-stores, we've forgotten how profound the pursuit of one object can be, which brings me to my next poem (and the title of my blog)--


SUPERMARKET HAPPINESS

How come nobody hears the crying of the rose
or the dewy chattering of the pre-dawn daffodil
shivering beneath the morning wind?

If existence could be narrowed to a solitary sunbeam
settling gently on the wingtips of a geranium,
like a newborn child being lain to bed by rheumatic fingers,
or pixie dust falling from the golden feathers of fancy,
then I think there could be happiness greater than
the supermarket variety and a reality which equals
that of a river stone being bathed by eternity.

-- Noah Evslin