The Year You Noticed Delights

Not only are you unaware
Of most of what is happening,

Most of what you are aware of,
What you think of as happening,

Isn’t. The good news or the bad,
The earlier than expected

Unpleasantness, overdue bills,
The bright morning that lifts your mood,

The extra opportunity,
The surprise letter from a friend,

These aren’t actually happening.
What’s happening is only you

Interpreting, vis-a-vis you,
Things that have already happened.

Those who live joyfully are good
At leaving happening alone,

Mostly, since it mostly isn’t
What is actually happening.

They notice whatever delights
As nothing grander than delight,

Nothing of important import,
Sometimes something to savor. Nice.