even in this darkness
when my heart is aching for the touch of familiar ease free of the thought of disease and fear
even here, there is joy.
there is the pouring of water in time with song and
long pauses when I can hear my own breath, there are small dances in the kitchen,
pockets of laughter sandwiched between the unseen weight we all feel,
there is watching two small ones
grow bigger and think wider and
laugh deeper and even here,
seeping through the cracks of a broken bowl,
there is joy.
there is joy, there is joy.
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