The Emancipation of Joy

Tonight we celebrated time
like we knew about herding minutes into hours
and the grave is still the end of an endurance race.

We teeter each morning as we rise
hopeful for renewal
until you remember the moon that was pregnant with light,
subtracted from all the stars and the clouds raced
over the Connecticut River in a hurry
just like all the clocks everywhere.

This does not take away from any of the love.
This only reminds us how very precious
the emancipation of joy of a single day.