How do I explain the bubbles rising within
How do I identify the tingling in my feet
How do I count the reasons my lips keep spreading in smiles
Where do I find the glue
to hold my feet on the floor
And prevent me from springing up with joy.

It’s the one YES inside the chaos of NOs
It’s the ability to give bread to the starving one next to me
It’s the sigh of relief that’s released from my mouth
with the realization that the season after the hurt is finally here