“the laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth and into mine…” Anne Sexton
There is laughter shuddering in the blood.
There is joy that will shatter bone, freeing lightening from its marrow
When the sky is painted with desire
And all swans with broken wings come healed from the river.
Streets fill with women wearing earrings that are hoops of fire.
The happiness prepared for us will find us falling under the weight
Urgent with wind whipped fig trees, urgent with a million wings of sparrows
All the spangled streets are ready for those who believe
And for those who believe they are too old