is that
we find the most
extravagant things
lying down
wallowing in
simplicity

no thing is nothing
when everything
has something to be
given

like
big sweater wrist cuffs
scuffing the sidewalk
when placing a ceramic mug
on the small mountain range
that is the pavement

like
the smell of
delicate
drops of dew nectar
cascading down
tomato leaves in the
early morning

like
just off center
just blurry
Polaroid photographs
taken hastily
in the moment of creation
that are now
favored memories

what I love most
about my people
are all the
little things