Joy* by Carol Casey

Poem name: Joy * Poet name: Carol Casey Poem: The Elders say, Hummingbirds bring joy. Where do they carry it? In their oversized hearts, invisible wings, ruby throats, green bodies? There was one in a bucket of water in the garage. What made me stop, turn around, find it still alive? Pure joy, a bit soggy, but grasped gently, let go, for joy can’t be caged, called, enticed, seduced, implored or even deserved. It’s just here, then gone as if some rare, vagrant song pops it out of the fabric. A brief jewel, yes, but one that stores itself in some hidden, oddly sunlit region. All you can do is not wait for it. End of poem. Credits: Copyright © Carol Casey Previously published in The Front Porch Review, Issue 12, October 2020. Rights retained. Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal, The Anti-Langourous Project, Please See Me, Front Porch Review, Cypress, Vita Brevis and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, i am what becomes of broken branch and We Are One: Poems From the Pandemic.