Measure of Delight

by Bronwen Tani

Poetry Contest for Teens Runner-Up, Senior High Category (Grades 11-12)

Measure of Delight

If I asked you to measure
every moment in a day,
those mirror-bright delights
and quiet exultations,
How much would you have?
A spoonful?
A teacup? A pitcher? A cask?
Cheerily honeyed
Would you pour it out
(shimmering sweetness dripping)
to cupped waiting hands?
Or would you nestle it in your pocket?
Tucked in that space by your heart
(a memoir for grey days, heavy and clinging)
A draft of mirth and warmth
Placed on shelves to glimmer softly
or passed from hand to hand
(worn ribbon bow still tied snuggly)
If life could be bottled in a jar,
what would you do with your measure of delight?

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