Poem of the Month: So Much Happiness, Naomi Shihab Nye

 

So Much Happiness

 It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down. It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy. Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept, the soiled linens and scratched records….
Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch.
You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon,
but continues to hold it, and to share it, and in that way, be known.
–Naomi Shihab Nye

(c) in the name of the poet. Used for educational purposes.

Journal prompts:

  • What or who brings you “so much happiness”? Make a List of 100. (It’s okay to repeat!)
  • Write a letter (sent or unsent) to someone who makes you happy.
  • Write about a time when you were genuinely happy. Include as many sensory details as you can.
  • What is your relationship with happiness? Has it changed over the years? How?
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