Clarissa Scott Delany
Joy
Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,
Like the roistering wind
That laughs through stalwart pines.
It floods me like the sun
On rain-drenched trees
That flash with silver and green.
I abandon myself to joy —
I laugh — I sing.
Too long have I walked a desolate way,
Too long stumbled down a maze
Bewildered.
