If I release tears like race horses
which one will fall into the lead?
The gate opens and they’re off!
Anger gets out at the jump,
with Dissappointment a nose back.
Loneliness makes a run for third,
edged out by Rejection.
Grief settles in between
Laughter and Loss,
While Joy brings up the rear.
The track of the tears
comes alive as dirt and dust
rise in and behind the pack.
They are neck in neck,
cheek to cheek
as the backstretch looms.
It’s any horse’s race but
Joy is on the move,
but not on the outside.
Joy is moving through
the thick of it, jockeying,
bumping bellies,
smelling sweat,
listening as the hoofs
displace earth while
muzzles move air.
The movement is hidden
within at first, but down
the wire Joy overcomes
by two lengths.
Gerald the Writer 