"Joy" written on 16/08/2019

Joy    
 
initially
he feels no joy
not even intention
the calm is
a masquerade
a mirage
 
beguiling a surface
not so much ready to explode
but a surface ready to fold
in on itself
like light disappearing
into a black hole
 
then he gazes upon
beautiful living things
moving to survive
in the moment
some so quick
he can barely see them
others so slow
they appear
still
 
all of this
on a tiny spec of dust
in a vast universe amongst
universes
 
he exhales
each breath giving him
a moment to think
and wonder
and feel
joy