Taboo State of Joy
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It could have been the way
a single bird of paradise flared up
with orange, flanged wings
from the shrubs
or water chortled its ocean language
in a steel pot
that quieted the world’s strident cries
of pandemic. I’d felt the same dismay
as people the world over
the same reach for mother’s life
and my own livelihood.
But inexplicably
lightness
even that now taboo state of joy.
The way bushels of violets
spilled from their buckets
and boughs stripped of leaves
reached sideways for light.
In the hush of a world
stopped suddenly
still as winter
it was as if detail was invented —
snail lit on the windowsill
steam framed like a photograph
wind chime from the silence
the pace of daylight
remembered.
—Rebecca Tolin
“Taboo State of Joy” first appeared in the journal CARE. Learn more here.