Out Of The Blue

That split second when joy rises up in you
is a surprise out of the blue.

You’re in the middle of the mundane, wiping
a surface, putting the kettle on, typing

an email, when it fills you. Life’s blood
courses through your veins. You feel good,

so good. It possesses you for an instant.
You’re fulfilled. You have all that you want.

But I can’t (can you?) explain
why it is there and so suddenly gone again.

Perhaps it‘s a note to self? Read what is writ:
‘You are here, make the most of it.’

I Feel Good