To Joy

 

Like a baby at the breast

A child with a toy 

Something raises us up

From sadness to joy

 

Your lover left for a scholar

Who just lost his job

The sun setting on the city 

Somehow topples it all

 

A planet moans in ecstasy and pain

Space is unconcerned 

Unliving our lives

Simplicity returns

 

Lenny Bruce in an ambulance

Macking on the nurse

Pavlova on her deathbed

Demanding the swan costume

 

Neither torn nor melted 

With ambitions or regrets

Just moving forward

With tiny little steps

 

Something else to think about

One more thing to learn

Exhibitions inspire

Ideas burn