The Measure of Joy

I cannot

for the life of me

Find joy

In measuring

it.

I can

Find joy

In unexpected places

Hidden

and waiting

Holding out

for someone

To surprise.

Like a baby frog

dancing

in harsh light

Like an apology

after a storm

of barbed words

and bulging veins

Like a present

when I least deserve it

Like love’s face

appearing

Out of nowhere

Smiling

Seeking my face

To kiss

nuzzle

and hold.

January 13, 2014 Meldrum Poetry Workshop