Joy in the twittering birds
Alight the air,
The wingbeat uplifting;
A fleeting moment
Agrasp the twig in bud.
Joy in the first bees
Suddenly innumerable.
Joy in the fly
Sunning himself on the leaf,
Absorbing the nutrient
Of the sun.
Joy in the exuberance
Of every plant,
Plump on the moment.
Joy in the resonance
Of the wood pigeon’s throat,
The highlighting of treetops
And branching canopy.
Joy in the morning mist
Shrouding the distance,
Enrobing the far away
In a joyous dream.
Joy in the saxophone
Wafting from the neighbours garden.
Joy in the children’s voices
Lost in the their play.
Joy in the sound of a car
Thrumming up the hill.
Joy in the stink of cat shit
Enlivened by the warmth.
Joy in the body
And joy in the body of the world.
Joy in everything.
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