Joy

Aspects - Joy - Mark Rushing

Joy

when everything opens
the morning, sun and night
moon fills high in the roof
to push skies brimming 
far on their edges out
whisked reckless in flight
to all corners that rise
like broken air speeds free
racing the radiant dawn out
past the curve of the world
who deep in their sleep jolt awake
unseeing that slumbering breath
churned warm in private dreams
startled alive in their rolling ribs
to rise from their sheets and heads!