“I have taught myself joy, over and over again. It’s not such a wide gulf to cross, then, from survival to poetry” (Barbara Kingsolver).
Be quiet. Wink. Let tides
turn you upside down. Quick,
sink, when a child hurls you
into foam. Keep your
mouth shut or speak out
of one side of your mouth
with your single velvet lip.
(Wendy Bishop, My Last Door)
Life and Death
The two old, simple problems ever entwined,
By each successive age insoluble, pass’d on,
To ours to-day–and we pass on the same.
(Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass)
Often elusive, teachable moments—joy—dot the landscape of life, some perennially. It’s a survival, of sorts.