III. things found here

joy interupts mid
sentance to make noise
like pots banging on the street

because one poor fool has made the mistake to think
the new year has been found
somewhere in spring despite
what the rest have decided.

a child is born screaming
ecstatic, frightened, incited, squinting through slime and light
using limbs and movements as uncharted
as they are right.

joy is always waking with a sudden cry at the middle of the night.

Exhausting to keep hours so deviant
from manners and laws of discipline.

At the end of it we should all be left
with dark heavy eye lids, even
unconscious over our morning bowls of cereal,
the milk jug fallen over and pouring,
spilled milk everywhere.