baaba maal

The sound of his singing voice

swells up joy in me

like a tidal wave of overwhelm

quickly from my belly into my chest

holding, holding

tight in my chest

scared to let it out through my mouth.

I accept that long tears are falling from my eyes now

and then smile

because the tears stream their way to trickle through my nose.

My body gets up to move around, the nerves refusing to stuff it down.

Suddenly I give in

to the sensation of warmth,

like coming home.

A gust of stuck

air billows out from my throat. 

Where did the control go?