Oyster Boy Review 08  
  January 1998
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What Big Joy Knows

James Broughton

I arise from the source of that sea
formed by the tears of the world
I swim with the dance of dolphins
I float on the song of whales

I hear what waves say to the shore
and what breezes say to a leaf
I hear complaints of beetles
and the anxieties of a planet

I know about sidetrack and detour
and what's at the end of the road
I have the address of the angels
and the unlisted number for God