Joy flew into my small home yesterday.
As I was watching the March of the Penguins no. 2
The air in the other room rippled with the flutter
or wings sweeping onto the table white
with cloth of company's past
my eye caught the vibrations of
Joy, and my heart felt the newness
of Spring with the presence of this
small being whose bright eye
looked at me with glad tidings
of good earth's awakening
to bring once more my life
into the joyfulness of being on this journey
we call life.