Different names for joy

“…sometimes I forget, and I do, and when it takes me in I often nearly weep, I feel something breaking a little bit inside, and I think this is joy.” Ross Gay

Tuwa, kasiyahan, 
      galak, ligaya—

each a different kind
of overflow—

             Sudden delight
then months of fitful to no
sleep

         trying to remember
            how to enter the space

between each weave

      Once I dreamed 
               of drifting in a small
boat downriver

It was quiet
as I lay on the bottom
       
               I watched the sky 
                     roll its soft blue cloth

high above my head

          Anything could have punctured
               the silence in the trees

My pockets full of holes

      Sunlight's insistent voice

The moon asking to borrow
more light

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