a certain kind of joy

greets you in the morning or in the haunts of what could be

slowly moving bodies hard sun, counting steps 1, 2, 3...

birds, cows & grasses watching you, as you go

one foot pain, one foot freedom vibrations of to and fro

my sweat becomes the river my swelling absorbed by stone

slowing down so angels see me cradled by the unknown

I am still the driver in the car and the child once before

friendly waves and curious smiles my playful heart behind the door

the lies that fall like bricks of tears

will grow like cactus for 100 years

but soon enough the circle forms

my aching edges like bursting rainbow thorns

a certain kind of joy finding home in the wind

one step at a time simple peace on new skin

*written on 5/17/2021 by Jonathon Stalls

*written while walking Pueblo to Trinidad, Colorado

*photo: taken by Jonathon Stalls on Day 7 walking into Trinidad from Pueblo

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