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trees are happy here, I have asked

rocks are happy here, I have asked

pallid-blue, pitch-black skies are both happy here

 

roads, inside the city , and the country-roads, Whirling

Dervishes of the west, not quiet tipsy but very happy here

 

birds are happy,  they have their share of the nectar

 

cats are pretty happy, although they don’t care to admit

 

the sun is happy, even her glare is joyful

 

stars are happy, no competition with night-lights

 

the moon, of all the people, is quite cheerful here

 

I have asked many many people

a large number, I must say, all have confirmed they’re

happy here, very happy here

well, some looked displeased with my query,

amazed, as if it was insane even to consider the opposite

 

I said sorry. I said of course. I said I know. I said I understand.

 

I have asked houses, all types of houses

they said they were all happy here, very, very happy

they said they’d not switch places with houses elsewhere, not ever

they were aware, they said, of evacuations, of

abandonings, even bombings happening daily

on poor houses elsewhere

“Isn’t that awful?” they said 

 

Baby’s are quite happy, no complaints

 

I have asked dogs, all of them very

appreciative, most obliged

they said their only worry was that the owners

might, god forbid, take them out

of Owen Sound.

 

Cows, magnificent, serene cows, seem

to be in perfect harmony with the

meadow, they are happy here

 

the rain rains happy rains

she says she’s forgotten sorrows originally the cause

of her constant mourning

 

she says her droplets do not clash with the ground here,

that’s a relief, she says,

the cause? she believes it’s the rocks

the gentle, massive rocks have changed the murky nature of earth

the dreaded shaky ground is

steady here in Owen Sound

 

snow likes it here

stays clean shimmering white all winter long

doesn’t have to eat dirt like they do in Toronto

 

the wind is happy, very happy, hurling peacefully, no rush

 

I am happy here

I am happy here

of course I’m sorry don’t understand but I am happy, very happy here  

 

 

So Happy In Owen Sound

Nov. 2006

Owen Sound

Saghi Ghahraman

 

 

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