Unspeakable Joy
Succumbing to the unspeakable joy
of having a body-
For a moment, for a dance.
How I will miss this reach of the heart
when it is gone!
It feels rebellious and radical
to not shut this radiance up before it
gets out and spills itself in each heartbeat-
dripping with gratitude.
Everyday now I contemplate death-
so that each hitch of my
breath can be completed in the
deluge of love that is shaped
at the banks by loss.
Every drop of love
That racks my heart
carries the burden of endings.
Yet how else would I know the
sacred in each moment?
While the seeming solidness of structures
deceives me to think this could stretch on and on-
always there is the potential to
crack what I think is
never ending.
To rend my hubris
of assumption that
I will have time to love later
-tracy broyles