She leapt up like a rainbow trout:
Stretching to seize that single-breath shimmer of color—
she thought of pink lemonade filled
with gurgling baby smiles,
punctuated by endearing gapped teeth.
She felt filled with Sweet
She could burst with the Sweetness
Like the juicy pulp of fruit
Squeezed between strong fingers
and the liquid joy would squirt out.
So often they were lost in Shadow,
That to walk in the Sun was something marvelous and new.
Squinting with newborn baby-bat eyes,
They hungrily drank in the Sun,
Strong and bright;
A little painful at first,
But oh so
Joy stung and welled in the corner of their eyes,
Like little iridescent bubbles, overflowing with a
Strange and wondrous emotion
That their marveling mouths could not name.
They tasted the word, the Sun
With these new pink tongues;
And they found laughs hiding in their throats:
Beautifully hatching, the laughs would flutter out
to catch the color of the Sun
on their warm wings.
I wanted to write about something joyful and uplifting for a change.