Joy

Joy floods my shoulders, and they shiver.

Joy floods my neck, my waist, that join

like sisters in one dance.

Joy floods my arms, and they rise in grace.

Joy floods my legs, my knees,

healing their pain.

Joy floods my toes, insteps, heels

which manage not to skip nor jump

but only touch each other.

Then joy floods back, head to foot;

joy, like neon, turns me blue, purple, vermilion.