Joy

By C. F. Kelly

I will watch
the snowflakes fall softly
the waves wash the sand
the clouds form menageries
the fire’s flames dance
the women’s hips sway
and know
that I am alive

I will experience
cool, clean mountain air
earth, solid beneath my feet
the savory scent of forest pines
the beating wings of the raven
bitter, sour, sweet, and salt
and know
that I am alive

and filled with the joy of living.

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