My HAPPY as expressed by Mary Szybist's poem "Happy Ideas"

 This poem expresses how I feel almost all the time.  Remember that when you read my explorations of the new, complicated feelings and responses I have to this journey. -- Suzy

Happy Ideas

I had the happy idea to fasten a bicycle wheel
 to a kitchen stool and watch it turn. 
-- Duchamp

I had the happy idea to suspend some blue globes in the air

And watch them pop.

I had the happy idea to put my little copper horse on the shelf
   so we could stare at each other all evening.

I had the happy idea to create a void in myself.

Then to call it natural.

Then to call it supernatural.

I had the happy idea to wrap a blue scarf around my head and spin.

I had the happy idea that somewhere a child was being born who
   was nothing like Helen or Jesus except in the sense of changing everything.

I had the happy idea that someday I would find both pleasure
   and punishment, that I would know them and feel them,

And that, until I did, it would be almost as good to pretend.

I had the happy idea to call myself happy.

I had the happy idea that the dog digging a hole in the yard in the
    twilight had his nose deep in mold-life.

I had the happy idea that what I do not understand is more real
   that what I do,

And then the happier idea to buckle myself

Into two blue velvet shoes.

I had the happy idea to polish the reflecting glass and say

Hello to my own blue soul.  Hello, blue soul.  Hello.

It was my happiest idea.

Mary Szybist “Happy Ideas” from Incarnadine 2013   Graywolf Press Minneapolis

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