Taxonomy of Joy

Shall I spin a taxonomy of joy
Each shiver of anticipation
The bracing fear before the leap
Golden paths on far horizons
Quiet nights by simple fires
Racing, running dancing free
Crash of near-miss thunder
Among the dark-forest'd trees
Or shall I simply tell her yes
It was also good for me


  1. Sacha Chua

    Sacha Chua on 06/10/2006 5:01 p.m. #

    Children invent their own words for joy.<br />
    <br />
    "How was your day?"<br />
    "Lots of bluap and snork and gwee!"<br />
    Bluap is bubbles breaking on your nose,<br />
    Snork, the slurp of milkshakes,<br />
    and gwee, that simple ecstasy of life.<br />
    <br />
    Somewhere along the way, they forget<br />
    their taxonomies of joy.<br />
    When they're teens, all you get is:<br />
    <br />
    "How was your day?"<br />

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