the silkiness of sidewalk moss,the scrap of blue in a patchwork of clouds,the bud on the end of a twisted branch,an unexpected kindness.
I could press them dry
separately on their own page.
But I like letting them simmer,
stirred together in my pocket
until together
they take on a hopeful luster
and wholesome texture
that will keep me fed for days.
Photo by Almos Bechtold on Unsplash
Song Choice: A Kind of Magic by Queen
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings, where Rosemary asked us to write about something we feel strongly about. I feel quite strongly about holding on to the little things that keep my hope alive, especially in the middle of all the world's chaos.
Sometimes my walks with my corgi Jelly Bean turn up some delightful things to notice. Sometimes its as simple as a stranger pulling over to help my Darling Youngest when their car had an electrical glitch, and then following him home to make sure he got here safely. I never got the woman's name but I am very glad for her kindness and calming presence when D.Y. needed it.
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