Delight Despite

Sitting in a cafe hungry and then Sam Cooke's “Change Is Gonna Come” plays softly through the room.

It is possible to feel delight in one part of the body and misery in another. Or, at least, the birth of misery in the other, a precarious tilting into annoyance then further into anger. But Sam Cooke's voice takes me to an awaited place, a profound place. My hunger is so temporary in this moment.