joy
Enamored with this thick collective wheeze,
We tumble woozy on our simple joys,
There are few cleaner pleasures to resist,
That void the strengths of men with such remorse.
Are not these bubbles in the stream,
Grand belly laughs and little sniffs,
And all this accidental joy,
So splashed from all the eddies too within.
I find again in tinkering,
The deep humanities therein,
A strange new craft we find ourselves,
Within - though we the same as old.
This is the colour of an artful life,
This is the hidden play of all the years,
To make and giggle with each hand,
So firmly resting on your tools.
Hello sweet eyes,
I see you heavy in the day,
But through you I see smiles,
Full weeks and setting Suns,
Speckled artfully by the way,
I see the world its beauty when it's cold,
The rising Sun flow lazy through the trees,
This land I live within a play,
It calls - beckons me to live to full,
To wade through heavy sight to see,
Glory as a man,
Who meets me as I pray.