i like to enjoy the little things.  

i think i always have, 

but i'm doing it more often now i think.  

right now i'm watching the buds slowly open 

on our tree in front of our house.  

i sit in my spot on our couch, 

doing my normal things, 

and glance out a couple times a day 

to see if they've opened more.

i think sometimes that i crave simplicity.  

right now i am sitting here drinking tea, 

cozy under a blanket made for me by my mom, 

with my dog laying next to me.  

my life does not feel simple though.  

maybe this is why i crave the simple things more.  

why i pay attention to the little things even more.  

to have some quiet, some order, some calmness.  

until things get loud, chaotic, and hard and 

i am swept up into it all and 

feel overwhelmed and

just can't keep up with it all. 

i'd rather watch the little things.  

the two birds making their nest 

in the same spot they made it last year.  

the big tree out front waving its 

huge branches in the wind.  

the herons flying over our house 

from their nests to wherever they go.  

the crows as they announce my presence 

and wait for peanuts.

this feels like me.

and i am happy.

today i was sitting on the couch

with nothing to do, 

but lots i could be doing.

i was thinking about how days go by, 

we do our things we 

think we need to do.

the days just keep going and

we do the same things,

day after day.

so i pulled down some of

my favorite poetry books

and read random poems

while drinking cold tea

on a thursday afternoon.

it felt like a different thing to do

on a late afternoon.

but now i'm done reading

and someone is asking for dinner.

a dog needs outside.

someone needs to be picked up.

dishes need to be cleaned.

laundry needs to be changed over.

and i already forgot about the poems i read.