Caramelized popcorn with chocolate is my favorite. In general, I compare popcorn to the freshly blossomed quince flowers of spring.
Today, I bought some for a movie.
I wanted to write about it.

Beauty is measured
by how much
my knees bend—
gravity’s quiet courtship
the earth insisting
on closeness

Not the tilt
or the slack of my jaw
the slow spill of light
on my cheek
the angle at which
I yield—
to the sheer amount
of oos and awes
to the slight dip of a petal
before it falls

Your beauty does not ask
for much—only for
a gesture of reverence—
explaining why
I am on my knees
every time
I see you

The copper bells glisten
Swaying in the sunshine
I pause as I listen
To the tinkling
Of the wind chimes

In the distance, they ring
A gentle melody -
I hear their songs
The unsaid words they sing

How sweet is their music
Sweet the joy they bring
Such is the wonder -
The magic of little things

Somewhere tucked on a bookshelf is a book.
Dogeared, yellow pages with a hand written note.

In a box, lie trinkets — gifts, a pendant of Annie, a book mark.
Hand made cards, smudged with time.

An old doll almost intact,
Broken spectacles, pictures, a watch and postcards.

Some may call it clutter, junk —
And it’ll all go when I go.

But to me, they are the reason behind my smile, an odd tear.

More precious than collectibles or art —
They are pieces of my life,
My world and heart.