Chasing Joy
It seemed so clear Merely nights ago. It’s gotten lost in the mix. Whatever revelation I thought I had About this and that and Mostly us. It’s gotten lost in the mix. As I Chop wood and Carry water. It is something That protectively lays nestled between The mundane And the unknown A sliver of space In the ether A perfect point A heartbeat If I look carefully It is a shining slice of light If I listen carefully It is a merry laugh If I try to touch it It is a smile that overflows Into my hands. Shimmering, it Slips through My fingers Dissolving Softly In the breeze.