Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Greater Joy

I could travel the world
sample their delicacies
shuffle ancient pathways
melt into Dali
or float with Monet
and happy it would make me
yet hollow as a gourd

for the depth of life
is ever present in company
the spider's web of heart
tugging taut and captured

which is true bliss
warmth between my toes
on the beaches of Cancun
or tromping castles in the sandbox
with a three year old

four star Parisian cuisine
escargot and flaky croissants
or Mom's strawberry pie
piled tower drenched in glossy red

the mundane holds the key
joy of connection
of ties that bind
and the tensile threads
stretching the universe
yet never snapping