Unexpected

I've completed a couple of new poems recently, but haven't had a chance before now to post them. Here's one:

Unexpected Joy

The way it wells up
suddenly unsought:
The other night I read
a poem about a snipe
wading in a pond and
tonight I was thinking
about it while brushing
my teeth and on the way
to bed I remembered
that just last spring
I saw only my second
snipe in twenty-two
years of birding
and I stopped dead
in the middle of
the room shivering
with joy at the
memory.

November 20, 2007