the beauty of it all –
it overwhelms
while amphorus light like liquid
spills in, over and around
till heart would burst in joy
if not for walls of surrounding surprise

why this fast-paced beat,
this incautious happiness
when this day is no different
from a thousand preceding?

so today is a good day
and if
as they say
we see through a glass darkly
this is good
otherwise we would be blind

better to lose sight in the glare
than in deep dark despair