True Joy Poem by Mark Heathcote

True joy is a rare creature indeed.
Often, it's when your normal barriers are all obliterated.
and a frivolity of drunkenness takes place,
A kept lion is released and roars or a communion or connection
without fear or guilt happens unexpectedly.
It's a state of forgotten innocence that draws upon a sense of self.
in its raw capacity to be fully present and open once more,
like a flower in the radiance of sunshine from a prolonged hibernation.
In the moment, a conversation isn't like listening.
to an air conditioner's dull drone
and adding to its repetitive noise for noise's sake.
True joy is a rare creature indeed; I guess that is why
It is so rarely seen or experienced.
without tears of remorse felt out in the cold.