I get that you are looking for joy--
the moment that swoops down like an eagle
and carries off your soul like some
enraptured and glistening trout.
We are all seeking those memories
we can pull out when we need to remember
the ways we still can shine. But what
about enjoyment, the practice of
becoming en-joyed, as one becomes enrobed,
wrapping yourself in a cloak of small beauties?
What of the rain-washed leaves, the ripe
tomatoes, the persistent bees? what of the
squirrel burying hazel nuts, working on
surviving the winter, never realizing
how possible it is for planted things to grow?
--Lynn Ungar
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