Joy can feel like abstraction or
open, sun-lit meadow,
a winding path,
a declaration or a hope.
Joy can be grace and love’s overflow or
picked and chosen like flowers from weeds
or rope-burned hands
clinging to a rescue line.
Joy can feel easy and natural, a bubbling up of freedom
or an act of defiance in the belly of
Joy is of another world and of this place right here.
It is birdsong and shafts of light through prison doors and
rescue and don’t ever forget that it’s
fierce, holding head high when every earthly thing says