I Leap for Joy

1

Every day has some holiday hours.
It's question time. Mr. Speaker, ifI leap up for joy
will I fall down? No falling today,
I leap in love, I leap asleep.
Every day I have Thanksgiving minutes.
Christmas, Passover, Carnival hours.
I celebrate from Dan river to Bathsheba,
to my wet bed,
June Day, Martin Luther King Day,
Independence Day minutes and hours.

Someone shouts,
"Big shot: you think you're an ocean!"
Aye-aye... aye-aye sir.
Oceans rhyme, oceans recite soliloquies.
Swansea bay, San Francisco bay are sonnets.
The ocean rises and falls in love.
The ocean rises and falls in love.
The ocean plays, pretends
its swells and breakers are green and blue mountains.
Everything lovers do, oceans do.
Oceans love land, tongue grottoes and cliffs,
enter and withdraw. Because land is unfaithful
the ocean is rough.
The ocean rises and falls in love.
The ocean rises and falls in love.

2
Lights on, I exit stage right or left.
I leave the theater. On the marquee
HOLIDAY HOURS.
It's rush hour, (every hour for me is rush hour),
I'm caught in traffic.
Every day has some holiday hours.
What can I say or do? I don't blow my horn,
I don't make noise for the Lord now.
I cheer for Time from the beginning to the end,
from before the beginning to after the end.
I cheer for Time before first cause
before the universe. I cheer for holiday hours,
the unbelievable truth.