Letting Go

I would like to mention
that there is no preparation
for wonder.

It doesn’t appear on the pages
of all those books
you’ve read.

Or linger
on the backside of memory
with the most delicious taste.

It can’t fall out of the sky
like sun showers
to dazzle you.

It doesn’t rise like waves
full of pushing forward
with small tingles of anticipation.

Or appear from outside
like phone messages
blinking your attention.

No, it hovers,
waiting for you to be ready
to see it,

And swim in it,
and absorb it
since it’s always there.

That something-joy
born of your
letting go.