Processing the Joy

What continues to be
So wonderful about this day
Is the constant threat
Of ecstasy.

Already once, without warning
Joy divine graced my mind
And my heart stopped
While the blood raced on
As if unencumbered by the internal storm.

There it goes again...jumping in my chest
And the cavity knows release is imminent
Containment in this breast a mere fantasy.

And ah, such delight
Purely unsummoned
But surely an answer
To the unconscious
Question I had asked --
What on earth to do
'Til my husband gets here.

© 2003 Loretta Crosby. All Rights Reserved.

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