Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,
Like the roistering wind
That laughs through stalwart pines.

It floods me like the sun
On rain-drenched trees
That flash with silver and green.

I abandon myself to joy—
I laugh—I sing.
Too long have I walked a desolate way,
Too long stumbled down a maze
Bewildered.

Photo by Diana Thornton