Bear with me I
want to tell you
something about
happiness
it's hard to get at
but the thing is
I wasn't looking
I was looking
somewhere else
when my son found it
in the fruit section
and came running
holding it out
in his small hands
asking me what
it was and could we
keep it it only
cost 99 cents
hairy and brown
hard as a rock
and something swishing
around inside
and what on earth
and where on earth
and this was happiness
this little ball
of interest beating
inside his chest
this interestedness
beaming out
from his face pleading
happiness
and because I wasn't
happy I said
to put it back
because I didn't want it
because we didn't need it
and because he was happy
he started to cry
right there in aisle
five so when we
got it home we
put it in the middle
of the kitchen table
and sat on either
side of it and began
to consider how
to get inside of it
From Bending the Notes (Main Street Rag, 2008).
Used with the author's permission.
Paul Hostovsky starting writing poetry in the fifth grade, inspired by his novelist father. Today, he is the author of more than a dozen books and his award-winning poems have been featured in a wide variety of print and online journals. Paul lives in Boston, where he is a sign language interpreter. Learn more about him atwww.paulhostovsky.com.
69Dorcas:
Marvelous. How to get inside the thing that caused innocent happiness. So much so that the loss of it made a child cry. What a lesson. Thank you. Keep watching your little boy. Posted 01/25/2012 04:59 PM
Jo:
Wonderful poem. I just love it. And just bought your book.
Posted 01/25/2012 03:15 PM
wendy morton:
Joy, delight, coconuts. And hooray for Marvin's Produce for sponsoring this poem. Posted 01/25/2012 10:54 AM
Nissepete:
This is just a lovely poem. What a sweet way to begin the day. Nils peterson Posted 01/25/2012 09:08 AM
Ralph Murre:
Awwww, man . . . BEAUTIFUL! Posted 01/25/2012 08:52 AM
Anjie:
Thank you, Paul. You really pull at my heart strings. ~Anjie Posted 01/25/2012 08:26 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
I am there the whole time, only it is my grandson who finds the coconut/happiness. If only we all could keep that sense of wonder for our whole lives! Posted 01/25/2012 08:19 AM
marenomitchell:
Good flow to a happy ending. Posted 01/25/2012 07:52 AM
ed werstein:
What a wonderful poem. Posted 01/25/2012 07:41 AM
Kay Sanders:
Who but a child could lead us to consider a ball of happiness and how to get inside it? A poet could. And did. Thank you. Posted 01/25/2012 07:33 AM
tannerlynne:
every time I have read one of Paul's poems it has mde me happy. Thank you Posted 01/25/2012 07:10 AM
jeanie:
I love !!! this poem. Posted 01/25/2012 06:58 AM