Stare at your mood
until it buckles
make room for gratitude
and when it doesn’t show up
make a bigger room
kiss the air anyways
and wonder out loud
at your good luck
they say our heart beats
whether we tell it to or not
but the drum is only one instrument
so call on your bones to sing
and your blood to dance
inside your skin
be a symphony of unreasonable joy
wake up your clogged desire
and let the love
back in.