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
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