Joy Drips From Everything

Today, filled to the brim
With joy
Like the fire in this hearth.

In the garage, Larry constructing
Tiny wooden reindeer.
The buzz of the circular saw,
The rotating of the drill.
Greg, contemplating over instructions of stuffing,
While putting a ham into a plastic bag.
Paul, asleep on the couch by the fishtank.

I’m unlike myself today, happy,
Fortunate, poking this fire, drinking coffee.
The television plays a parade,
Yet goes unwatched
In an empty room.

Outside it has finished raining;
Water drips from trees and fences;

I can see now that
This day will only stop increasing,
The rain stop dripping from power-lines,
After the dinner’s prayer.

But, so what? I could be wrong.
The day’s joy could go on, and on,
Forever dripping from everything.