I could have cried for the beauty of it all:

Walking at midnight down the double yellow line

  of rainsoaked asphalt,

Stars as my witness, I threw my arms out

  and sang to the sky.

Half whispered-spoken song

  of the glory of it all,

And my gratitude at having been given a glimpse

  of What It Is All About.

Pondered a cartwheel in the muddy sand at roadside

  and realized I was laughing

The laugh of someone who's been let in on a secret:

Shhhh - don't let on

  just yet.

But I've never been good at secrets - just look at me:

Giggling along, half-dancing again

  across the lines

Arms up, pinwheel on tiptoe,

Taking in the sand, stars, sea in turn,

Rolling them through my eyes

  as I roll through them

Until we are mixed so far into each other

  that only one thing remains:

Joy.