
Ironical to have not seen everyday life in normal curves
our statistics teacher gives us an opportunity
to write about a thing which gives us joy;
she must have had a hundred answers by now
and she must be exclaiming differently to each
the joy of visiting bolivia
the joy of sitting on a beach
the joy of imagination
the joy of sleeping for eight hours without an alarm
the joy of scoring a hundred out of hundred
the joy of getting to see a child smile
the joy of having done something for someone
the joy of having a cup of coffee after a walk on snow
the joy of teeth touch with ice-coffee
what is poetry but the joy of putting a misplaced metaphor amidst the order of language
what is music but the joy of putting a dissonant note in the sea of consonance
what is life but ...