I’ll tell you what
I’ll tell you what joy looks like
Looks like that cloud
Stretching out its four arms
Against the blessed sky
Curling slowly inward towards itself
And reaching out again
Embracing blue
Looks like that day moon
White as the cloud
Diving down to it
Mouth wide open.
I’ll tell you what
I’ll tell you what joy looks like
Looks like that man
Riding his bike no hands
Clapping to some tune or thought
Only he can hear
I’ll tell you what joy tastes like
Tastes like this day
Leaves smelling of fall
Day full of journey and purpose
And sweet bright air.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 20, 2011