Thursday, June 9, 2022

Pursuit



 Joy is too large to wrap

Anything around,

Mind, Body, universe...

Whereas happy seems to fit

like a coin, a stone, a ladybug,

in the palm

leaving no trace.

Happy comes and goes

while Joy

lingers

imperceptibly, inescapably

Inside.


After chasing

Thing to thing

The cat purrs on my chest-

He cannot get any closer. 


Image credit: me. Photo of SSW, aka Smokey, c. 10/21/2022. 

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