This Is Joy

My fingers are sticky with soap and my beer is quickly growing warm.

I lay my head back and shrug my shoulders to ease the knot…it’s been a long time since I’ve sat at the braiding bench for hours in a row.

Earlier today, my main man picked his head up, ears forward and nickered at me when I walked up to pet him.

I drove down the freeway with the windows open, heat on my feet and a smile on my face.

There’s a new blue poly on my saddle that will get used soon, and a friend not far from here who laughs at the same things I do.

I itch my nose and turn back to the kangaroo hobbles that are slowly forming beneath my fingertips...this is joy.

xo xo Liz