my joy has found comfort
in its own routine

it has a smartphone,
a tablet and an email address

mornings, it drives to work
then smiles at the computer
all day long

evenings, it returns the smile
to the freezer and goes
walking in the neighbourhood
avoiding droppings
left by reverent dogs

it stays awake nights
muttering -
it argues math and logic,
yet comes to no conclusion

it drinks heavily
at the Ferret and Firkin,
falls down insensate

it awakens at 2:30 a.m.
creates websites
for non-profit organizations,
registers email addresses
at hotmail and yahoo
just to read the spam

that joy which hummed
and gambolled inside of me
(exploring and lighting candles
in each delicious
undiscovered corner)
now hides in its cave
rocking itself

my joy is considering a name change



by bonaventure saptel