THE JOY WITHIN
It’s hard for a foul mood to light around here,
no matter the cause: a personal slight,
feeling poorly, some minor frustration or
irritation that binds my mind from time to time.
How can the joy within not be brought to a brilliant
glow when I start the day by walking the dog
to the cadence of the gong in Ipswich Bay
or the sound of the horn at the Annisquam Light;
when, in summer, at night, I drift off to the
music of the sibilent surf, like a great
white- sound machine that calms my busy
monkey brain when it swings from one thought to
another, from one worry to another.
It’s hard to be morose when a walk on the
beach brings me the ocean’s incense, the
busy shore birds, the breezes tinged with salt;
when the sun setting on a dune and a tree shaped
by the sea wind has me on my knees in awe.