The Small Things

D’you know those days 
Where peace holds you
For no good reason? 

Where, for just a tiny sliver of time
The world’s suffering
Can’t find you
No matter how hard it tries?

And, in its absence,
All that’s left is the radiance
Of The Small Things

The way sun rays 
Paint daffodil faces
Or how a duck lands gracefully
On glassy waters
Sending soft ripples outwards
That touch bellies of other ducks
And touch other ripples
Created by other creatures
In distant other places
That the duck will never meet

The way fragments
Of blossom
Light as tissue paper
Blow on breeze
Catching themselves 
In the cyan, slate and cobalt
Of duck feathers
Or on the backs of waterskaters
Who, when the world heaves with sorrow,
Just keep on dancing

I watched as leaves shimmied
with anxious excitement today
Because Spring whispered 
“I’m just around the corner, dears”

Passed strangers
Whose eyes, my eyes
Told me they knew
Felt thoughts and heartbeats
Of people in far off places 

Felt soothed by the 
Humdrum of traffic
Ring of phone
Whistle of kettle

Sat with the tiny details of life
And felt my soul expand.