Drunk on Joy
Has it struck you at times, out in free open spaces
how very loud the little songbirds sing
how clear and distinct, from high trees near and far;
Yet their dome is the sky and walls don’t exist.
How can their little bodies contain so much
strength, beauty and joy.
Yet, in between they work hard finding food;
Building nests and teaching their young.
I wonder if we think to much whilst they simply live,
rejoice in song and flight when work is done.
Or in between.
Imagine humans bursting out in song, just like that
without wondering if it is good enough, or worse
If you are drunk.
It occurs to me that it would be wonderful to be
drunk on joy and gratitude for being, here and now.
Sing and dance with happiness,
not being so correct.
© miriam ivarson