happy in a nut
I sing for my cup
to fill. as I move through the day

my share of spilled landings
keeps me grateful as candies
that I sometimes get to learn in this way

the odd(s) of my living
pushes ha(l)ves into givings
not yet there. but I'm reading its play

happy in a nut
in a groove, not a rut
let's be souls
gladly stumbling
our own way