One Poem by Gerald Zipper

The Happy Place

Ride to the happy place
take a reserved spot
where others arrive like parked cars
move into position
perform the roles
breathe the spiced air
swaying softly and musically
crinkling eyes
bringing the haha sounds up from the diaphragm
that's the way it's done
the place fills with an eager crowd
smiling people laughing people
beautiful people
some only look beautiful
not a whine not a sigh not a whimper
that's the procedure
chuckle grin and guffaw
feel the world's love and hurt and wonder
touch the animals and trees and entire solar system
happy is the pain
happy is what they want
happy is what they need
happy is what they're going to get
these are the rules.

{Poem by Gerald Zipper}