Small ways of joy



I grab my pipe,

cross my legs, nod and

ponder my son's musings.


I dance like a sprinkler

and water the garden

with laughter.


I land in the same spot

with alien eyes

and am mesmerized

by a pair of glasses.


I sing mantras and canticles

and repaint my house

anew.


I exclaim love

to the heavily pruned plants

and watch them bloom

in due time.


I sit on the couch

and purr as you

brush my hair.



to be continued ...




Photo: Our twilight-elder cat, Mitzy, enjoying a summer's day on the grass.