and I’ve tracked it
all through the
I waded through it.I mashed it.
I need a sharpstick to scrape
the joy from my soles.
I stepped in it deep.
It smells like electric roses.
I’m happy to see it.I’m happy its aroma is
filling my nose.
It’s about time.
I usually just track indirt and misery.
But not today, today
I stepped in an ocean of joy.
Rainbow patterned puddlesfinally in my path, worthy of
splashing in. I’d swim in it if
But that somehow seems liketoo much. I don’t want to
overdo the joy. Just tracking
it in, through the hall, on the carpet
is more than enough for now.