Focusing on a story I'm betaing this evening. I feel like I've been neglecting the Notebook lately... will rectify that starting tomorrow. In the meantime, here's a Sandburg poem that always gives me delicious shivers of yes-that's-the-way-it-is.

Joy

Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere--
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.