Joyfulness

I bought a comb last

week and it made me

happier than anything

has in a very long time.

It’s a very simple thing,

a comb. Just a bit of

plastic, teeth, black, cost

about seventy nine cents.

The hairbrush I’ve

had since childhood seemed

lonely. It’s a Sears boar hair

brush with a sandalwood body

and handle. It’s finely polished

after over thirty years of use.

It’s a wonderful hair brush.

But sometimes a man just

needs a comb. And I wanted

one. I’ve wanted one

for a very long time yet I

didn’t really know where

to get one.

Until I happened upon one

in a corner store. It was pure

chance and once I saw it I

knew I had my chance to

buy it.

I couldn’t wait to use it.

I couldn’t wait to run it

though my thick locks.

I was giddy with

anticipation.

As soon as I got home

I went to my bathroom and

started combing my hair.

I giggled and laughed and

marveled at it. I smiled and

chortled and snorted.

I combed my hair up.

I combed my hair back.

I combed my hair to the right.

I combed my hair to the left.

It felt wonderful to have

this little bit of plastic,

something I wanted for

so long finally in my hand.

It reminded me that I have

the capacity to be happy.

That it hasn’t all been taken

from me by the world.

I could still feel joy and

wasn’t fully dead inside.