Darkroom

Everything and Then Nothing

Does joy smell like cinnamon?
Or does it smell like new shoes?
Does joy sound like skates on ice?
Or does it sound like giggling?
Does joy look like sunlight on skin?
Or does it look like a hundred smiles?
Does joy taste like somebody's lips?
Or does it taste like chocolate?
Does joy feel like those
individual moments when tiny
wrinkles appear at the edges
of your mouth due to grinning widely?
Or does it feel like nothing
because you become overwhelmed
by it feeling like everything at once?