“A Poem for Joy”

This is a poem for cloudless days,

for lunch in a garden

with your favourite music

musing from the speakers.

This is a poem for the love

that lives inside your throat

and the arthritic cricket croaking

its own song from afar.

 

This is a poem for weather

that matches your mood,

leading your mind on a dance

sublime.

This is a poem for joy

and boundless blue skies,

for wind through palm trees

and the weaver’s crafted nest.

 

This is a poem for a deaf conductor

who made symphonies of his silent world,

for the strength he had

to finish his last with:

‘O friends, not these sounds

but some more joyful’.

The wind picks up and

the palms start to whisper.