joy in my bones
in that anything can happen
the force of all fates turn on a dime
rendering a world in an instant
or nothing, by a wind
dreams that do not die
stirring in the liquid soul
emerging by an eon’s meticulous hand
or to dissipate like a fog
or sudden of apparition, like starfall
or thrown into the outer darkness
all of which fit somehow
in the river’s sussurous flow
an instant in which such sunlight strikes
penetrating delight
joy in my bones
