Gladness

this morning
gladness — which is to say

a state of being
almost explosive in nature

as if happiness were a gunpowder
and it was lit by some random spark 

(in this case a memory of how
one body stretched toward another once

and of the smile inside when each settled 
against the other and relaxed)

one spark breaks open the gladness
that swells suddenly within

expanding outward to fill
the hemisphere

(I am trying to keep this impersonal
in order to not disappear into the center of it

in order to be able to come back here to it at will 
and feel it again in this small way 

until it is real in my life again
and I will have no need of this poem

for a glad 
glad moment)