Joy Now


And once we round the bend?
Once all that the horizon is ours?
Is there something waiting there
grander than the vast open road
with its trees glinting in the sun
stone structures mounted for gods
Mountains just off to the side
ready to cushion your dreams
The clouds, too, shifting shape
always waiting to tell you a story?
May we not wait for what comes
but bring joy to everything we meet. – TS