Joy, then, is water –
clear water bubbling like a mountain spring –
water that can’t be carried with you,
freezing changes it, and trapping kills it
Consider the movement of water,
the music of water as it tumbles over rocks,
the coolness of water in the heat and dust,
the way it makes the seed unfurl,
the gift of green.
Joy, then, is water,
drink it deeply,
then move on.
Trusting that there
will be another spring
to drink from.
A meditation on a powerful emotion, for NaPoWriMo. It’s the penultimate day.