Soaring
On some days
happiness wells up
unexpectedly;
it warms me more
than sunshine
or hot showers, swells
my heart as it pours out
in sparkling torrents
like a skylark’s song
whenever I open
my mouth.
On those rare days
all that limits my
enjoyment of the world
is that I haven’t got
a tail to wag or even
a deep-throated
purr to share,
so I look up
to search the sky
for the flying gratitude
that’s up there somewhere
against the blue,
singing his tiny heart out,
unable to pause
till all the world
has heard his song
and registered
his joy.
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