A Cause for Joy

A Cause for Joy

This week, every day every hour every meal
Will be cause enough for joy, because you have come,
A visitor in our lives and sharer just the same,
Sister-friend, unwilling mentee of the wild habits,
Centrifugal force that pushes us out, away
At a pace unsustainable, your thirst for
The novel on foreign soil, meager offering
Of vacation days must be devoured wholly,
So much to see, to miss, just so many minutes
Allowed for this trip that–you’re right–will happen once,
Across the miles to me, across the miles we meet,
You don’t care, so long as you return home fulfilled.

We traipse through cemeteries, adopting the dead
Under historic tombstones, imagining ours;
Forage through gardens at night, content with the glow,
Absent green, of imaginary lightning bugs;
Everywhere pose with statues we can get close to,
Pretending we are ladies of another time.
Everywhere you go becomes a city of lights.

Joy Henary at the Dallas Arboretum Women's Garden, 2014.

Joy Henary at the Dallas Arboretum Women’s Garden, 2014.