There is a way forward.
Joy, it turns out, is unsuppressible —
it pushes its way through rocks,
through roots,
it moves sideways, as it needs to,
but ever up — it finds the surface,
it emerges

Joy, it turns out,
changes everything —
past, present, future —
brings the sense of things
into startling focus,
into sparkling view.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2018