All Joys Are Small by Sharon Corcoran

Yes, our wedding was an eruption of joy,
never to be repeated. But I’m talking
the daily visitations, like a flock
of finches that appears as I emerge,
that circles above the house and me
three times, exactly three, before
heading east and promptly vanishing
against the peaks. The joys
so small they barely register—
the sight of clouds lenticular
advancing over mountains,
a perk of our geography. Coyote choirs.
A cottonwood bedecked with blackbirds,
all with Puerto Rico on their minds.
A spontaneous hug from the one
I’ve been cooped up with every day.
These many joys rain down as grace,
connecting mine to all lives,
mycelia groping through the wet
and giving ground.

All Joys Are Small

Having just experienced my daughter’s wedding as truly an eruption of joy, I delight in the poet’s choice of words, an outpouring of joy, never to be repeated in just that way. But then this poet wants to talk about the small joys, the daily visitations – a flock of finches circling her three times, exactly three, before disappearing.

She tells us these joys are so small they barely register – lens-shaped clouds that can form over mountains, a chorus of coyotes, migrating blackbirds with Puerto Rico on their minds – everyday
natural miracles we may overlook, including a spontaneous hug from someone we see every day but don’t expect which makes it even sweeter.

These many joys rain down as grace, a simple elegance that surrounds us, connecting mine to all lives. That phrase touches me, that these small joys are the link to all beings, our interrelatedness we often overlook. They are like a fungal network branching through the wet and giving ground. Just as mycelia are vital to our ecosystems, so joy is essential to the human spirit.

8 thoughts on “All Joys Are Small by Sharon Corcoran

  1. I love this poem and all your poem reminders that life is full of many joy full moments – we simply (!!) need to notice them and let ourselves be affected by them… xoxo

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  2. Thank you Jan. As you know I’m visiting my 90 year old mom who has dementia. We found an old jewelry box in her closet this morning and today she is wearing a long forgotten necklace – clearly it made her feel special as I fastened the clasp around her neck. She probably doesn’t remember she is wearing it but it brought her such a moment of joy as she discovered it. 💖

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  3. LOVE to hear the wedding was an eruption of joy :O) As I read the poem, my desire was to be aware enough in each moment to receive all these graces fully, as for sure, they are pouring in all the time – thanks so much Jan xoo

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  4. dear Maggie, I do wish your photos would come through but they don’t so I just have to imagine them – a flock of finches? a tree full of blackbirds? Thanks for responding. xoxo

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