Lucky Pennies

sorrow is like a penny
turning up beneath
joyful dancing.

face up, tail down
postures of grieving,
wings spread, lifting,
neck bent back,
stars leaning into
stretching palms

it comes, it goes, comes
and goes
day and night, day
and night
and joy leaps between
two sorrows, two tears,
two leaning into night,
broken hearts.

though the dancer
dances under the gracious sky
she always scans the earth
faces up, tails down
postures of grief
reasons to cry