"The Backwaters"

surrender the day

Do you remember standing in the middle of chaos

swirling

And still feeling like everything was ok?

Remember hope that looked past

the current

And helped you see more?

When you stand in the middle

rushing

You can focus on a solid place; distant.

Maybe it's not joy at the moment but

deep

Down low it's calm and still and the water floats you.

Joy is not happy sappy and easy, but

spinning

In crystal eddies, against the current; backwards.

She told me she had always been backwards,

backwaters

Untouched by refinement and learning.

But she smiled. She knew enough about

the river

To see joy all-encompassing in chaos and dirty water.

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This post is part of Five Minute Friday, where we write freely for five on the given prompt. This week’s prompt is JOY.