Do you remember standing in the middle of chaos
And still feeling like everything was ok?
Remember hope that looked past
And helped you see more?
When you stand in the middle
You can focus on a solid place; distant.
Maybe it's not joy at the moment but
Down low it's calm and still and the water floats you.
Joy is not happy sappy and easy, but
In crystal eddies, against the current; backwards.
She told me she had always been backwards,
Untouched by refinement and learning.
But she smiled. She knew enough about
To see joy all-encompassing in chaos and dirty water.
This post is part of Five Minute Friday, where we write freely for five on the given prompt. This week’s prompt is JOY.