Joy

D. Moore

Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,

Like the roistering wind

That laughs through stalwart pines.

It floods me like the sun

On rain-drenched trees

That flash with silver and green,

I abandon myself to joy

I laugh -- I sing.

Too long have I walked a desolate way,

Too long stumbled down a maze

Bewildered.