Today, I fancy joy.
I’m going to wiggle my way into that world
in spite of advertising, moon signs and headlines,
my fears and flounder
your fears and roaring
What’s the story I tell myself?
Today is the day
The world opens
and joy comes rushing in
Round every corner
In every cloud every dried leaf
Every new face old face
fast pace slow pace
it aint all that fancy
it’s just joy stumbling along grinning