the blackbirds make their mad dash outside
dart, bounce, bounce, bounce!
such crazy joy you cannot help but be enchanted
uplifted
birds playing in the misty grayness of the dawn
clearly ecstatic to be up and about again!
it cannot be different:
the ecstasy permeates
goes right through your skin
right past the shield of migraine
until pain does not matter anymore
all that matters is the joy of being alive!
another new day!
a day that’s filled with blackbird crazy joy
and that is what i wish for you:
to dart and bounce and dash
on this gloried, joy-filled, blackbird-brimming day.
Image by Markus Varesvuo, via BBC.co.uk
