Digging into the archives today. Been out of town. Not a lot of writing getting done. Hope you enjoy!
One Small Thing
Little elf
Hit her head on the shelf
Went out of her mind and discovered herself
Little cat
Sleek and black
Went out the window and never came back
Little doubts
Like roots on our routes
Sometimes distract us from figuring it out
Little things
With angel’s wings
Sometimes stay near us when the telephone rings
To bring us bad news
When it’s all we can do
To stare at the ceiling and let the grief through
Little words
Like flocks of birds
Can remind us of beauty when nothing else works
Little joys
Like a child with new toys
Are so much more poignant when a joy is destroyed
