The Place Where in the End / We Find Our Happiness

Anne Boyer

The history of revolutions is the history of vague ideas,
Shrugging shoulders, not shrugging shoulders,
Standing around, acting without thinking,
Acting with thinking, being penned or penning,
Being a woman or a girl standing around,
A woman or a girl with some flour in her pocket
    for tossing up a cloud of flour
           to obscure the martial men's sight.
That white cloud of whatever
Among the moving and unmoving bodies
Is that history-like unhistory
        of the ahistorical average,
That lovely inexact and provisional something—
                          weaponized or never.
How totally under-theorized is breathing,
Walking and not walking,
Wanting to have a good time or just having it,
Like everybody is gunning toward Eden
      and nobody is in school with their bodies anymore.
The history of revolutions is a history of the orthodox
     weeping over their faltering
Any precise thing—dumb these days:
The very idea imprinting nothing
        on the air between the general buildings.
No human space—a printer's paper.
Nothing exact—impressed.
Copyright 2011 by Anne Boyer. Used with permission of the author.

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Further Reading

Poems about Happiness
Happily [excerpt]
by Lyn Hejinian
Afternoon on a Hill
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Compassion IV
by Noelle Kocot
by Jane Kenyon
Plural Happiness
by David Rivard
The Happiness
by Jack Hirschman
The Study of Happiness
by Kenneth Koch