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