The Joy
janine canan
Along the hills of your body
I rooted in the fragrant earth.
Stretching my blossoming arms,
I heaved with offerings.
I was a peach dripping gold,
and you drank me.
I was a comet that tumbled
across your moonlit valley.
I was a cry in the forest,
that pierced your windy heart.
I was a woolly lamb in your pen,
who was stripped by the shearing night.
Listen! In the bleeding womb of life
there are rhythms that can never be broken....