baby joy,
fragile as a sunbeam
i almost missed you
why do you whisper when you command
why do you startle with your sunkiss when you remind
with the scent of a rose
with the lifting of shit from shoulders
you laugh like a little river, like the little hills
and ask to dance in grey times
like their cornfields
to dance out grey times
to waltz with light
laughing singing
crazy joy
pulsing blood through every cold thing
changing form
saying, crying
i am all the leaping
i am the drinking, praising, fucking
i am the flesh, the blood
the blessed come
and all the life