These bursts of gratitude

come unexpectedly
make me almost giddy

giddy: heart rate, squeaks, tears,
at the corner of my eyes
welling some would say
over
over the top
over the rim
the edge
of my face
my being
that graciousness the gratitude,
it really does burst
through
bursts like the first bite of an orange,
a pomegranate seed in December
when the fruit is fresh and sour,
like the cold that fills your lungs after brushing your teeth.

12/19/2019