Sometimes

Sometimes there comes over me
(In response to known or unknown stimuli)
A certain, restless joy
That makes me want to unbody
My soul and set it free
So that it may jump and skip and see
(In tandem with other souls, maybe)
The wildness
Of a wordless ecstasy.

Afterword:

A poem from sometime in 2016.

A feeling of this kind is perhaps one of the pinnacles of the human experience. But sometimes – only sometimes – and, usually, oh-so-fleeting.

Note: The use of the word ecstasy – instead of rhapsody, say, or some other word – is deliberate and refers to its very origins.

ecstasy (n.)