Poetry
What Big Joy Knows
James Broughton
I arise from the source of that sea
formed by the tears of the world
I swim with the dance of dolphins
I float on the song of whales
I hear what waves say to the shore
and what breezes say to a leaf
I hear complaints of beetles
and the anxieties of a planet
I know about sidetrack and detour
and what's at the end of the road
I have the address of the angels
and the unlisted number for God