Thoughts about joy

I sit here, watching the sun go down,

Children giggle echoing through,

As some run with their mothers

And some sit on their father’s shoulder

And I wonder how unbridled joy feels like

I see through the eyes of the babies

Maybe happiness is being paid attention to,

Joy is being engaged,

Safety is being held

Or maybe it’s none of this

But just feeling

And not thinking

What do babies think about anyway?

Maybe joy lies in firsts,

Seeing sunset for the first time

Sunrise for the first time

Eating a taco for the first time,

And then you get used to them.

But maybe everything is a first?

Even if you’ve done it before,

Because the air that hits your face,

Carries some other stories,

Different than before

The sunlight hitting your face

Held someone else the sunset before.

If truly everything is a first,

Then doesn’t everything brings joy?