Exultation

It jumps out of me
Whenever it jumps

Out at me, salient
Surge of happiness,

The body pulsing,
Head to toe, all heart—

A bright, empty road
In winter sunshine,

Crisp wind on old snow
In the long grasses

Of a high mesa—
Not one vehicle,

Not even a horse,
Only the body

Hosting awareness,
Fully contented

At being outside,
Alive, and alone.