Poem of Joy

(Best viewed reflectively in a calm high tide - oh Joy!)

Joy

I contemplate my life and others

I contemplate my haters

I contemplate my lovers

I contemplate the ups and downs

I contemplate the estuary at night

And the night’s encompassing sounds

I contemplate you and you and you

I contemplate ‘why’ and ‘how to’

The past and what’s to come

I contemplate a rising

And a setting sun

And the friends

And the start

And the end

I contemplate the Joy

Of it all

(Poem and driftwood art by Wayne of the Hill)