Joy

isn't Joy what you really treasure?

so why not sit with Her
as soon as you wake?
in every spare moment,
all your spare change,
spare nothing,
to be with Joy

give no object
this false title

it is not theirs 
to give you

is there anywhere the wings of joy won't reach?
the softest feathers in all the world,
the most subtle touch in your heart,
skipping the beat

joy,
the space where no heartbeat is needed,
it's the skip over of all "laws"

joy needs no permission
no past
no education
no training
no recommendation
no friends even
no approval (that's hilarious)
to open the doors and all the shutters and windows
and let the sun shine fully in,
to dance on air
while folding clothes
or scrubbing floors
or even sick in bed

she doesn't need a penny
to laugh out loud,

nor a book,
nor glasses,
nor even eyes to see

she doesn't need lips to smile
nor ears to hear
nor sleep to rest

she doesn't need legs to travel
nor a car
nor even a home
or a roof over her head

the wide open outdoors,
nor a chair
to sit upon

what is it
you think you need
today
to experience your birthright,
Joy?