Happiness

On that summer day,

as the rain began to fall

I suddenly felt my soul

lift and soar and fly

and running out the door

into air, lightning-charged,

drenched, cleansed, thundering

my senses rose and rose.

Riding, pedaling rapidly,

no idea of where I was going

yet a destination somehow in mind.

Reaching the tree, dropping the bike,

a weird sense of urgency, when

logically there shouldn't be there was.

Laying in the branches,

staring at the sky,

watching lightning flickacrizzle ,

hearing thunder rumble by.

Feeling raindrops, pouring

I laugh and stare into the sky

fixed, entranced forever by

that mighty, clashing storm.

Then on my bike I ride

faster, maybe, than the speed of light

stretching out my arms to fly,

I'm an eagle soaring through the sky.

Lifted by rising euphoric tide,

only rising higher and higher

only rising in my mind.

Maybe people driving safe in cars,

look out, only to see, me;

arms like wings, laughing,

face to the sky, drenched and soaking wet.

And i wonder if they say, 

amongst themselves,

"Is she crazy? What is she doing,

riding, laughing in pouring rain?"

And I wonder if they'll ever know,

how wonderful it is to be seized

by a burst, a breeze, a beam

of joy so strong, so swift,

you can fly in the clouds

and still, you feet will be

on the ground, grounded, maybe.

a burst brought by

an autumn's breeze or changing leaves

or burst of sun, golden-bright

or sudden painting of the sky

or that slow creeping of still dusk

or tens of hawks circling 'round you

or million flowers in a field

or someone there, with you

someone you hold dear.

a sudden burst of laughter

a sudden dance of joy.