Delight

Last year, Joe built a guitar of Duplos.
Since then, he’s wanted a real one, but small.
One arrived last week, with only
One string. Daily he lamented
How few sounds he could make.
New strings today, and plenty of sound.

But the real story is not the budding musician.
The real story comes just before.
The delight on his face,
When he realized his daddy bought strings,
His requests were heard and answered.

I’ve thought about tears stored in a bottle.
They have substance. It would be possible.
But there is no way to store such delight.

A photo might capture the facial expression,
But not the physical change of posture,
The intake of breath, the freshness
Emanating from the joy.

Some things one can only witness.
And rejoice.