No Big Things

No big things

I don’t have any big things

I have only little pieces built into days and days into weeks

Candles extinguish themselves- Oak moss & myrrh then bergamot & amber then sandalwood musk

Vases of flowers fade

But my plants grow and grow and grow

My bananas are overripe

I have one key lime yogurt left

My phone-tones alert me to your words, a thousand-mile connection as close as a string between 2 tin cans or a folded and secretly passed note or a hug

Yarn becomes more-ponchos and baby blankets and fingerless gloves

Ink on paper reveals my heart in its fullness and brokenness;

My mind in its tangled tangents

I count steps and inches of snow and minutes in the shower and loads of laundry and glasses of water and paperback pages turned

I’m building a life with small things

I’m finding myself in small things

Beautiful small things

Oh my monster, you are almost as tall as me!
I couldn’t resist. I am weak for squishy yarn
a beautifully scented gift from someone who knows me well <3
Sigmund needs a trim!