Happening
By Eli Beck
Is there anything happening?
I know, I know, you’re there,
but is there anything happening
(you are nice but you do not happen)
what should we happen to do?
wait remember that thing, that one time, that happened?
a Happening I could tell my happening friends about
because we did not have to make it happen
A break in the vast indifference
what if it happened like this or like that
what if we lived in the City
That would be happening
and so would we
we could look down from our Happy place,
at this place that quietly resists, then relieves
This place that
Just so, happens to be
— Read Eli Beck’s essay that accompanies this poem.
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