It's the Smallest Things

It's the smallest things.....

after days of overcast skies,  

it's blue and cloudless overhead.

I go out first thing to take

sips of water to the flowering pots,

then open the windows to 

the cool morning air against

the heat of the day.

It's my cup of morning tea,

a ritual of 50 years, watching it steep.

Over 18,000 teabags in a lifetime.

Twinings are best.

It's smiling at people going past

with their dogs, knowing tomorrow

I am going to help at the local rescue,

and will meet all the critters.

It's walking into town where my eyes

bless the shops, the water, the small
bouncing boats, and the rounded
womanly slopes of Wah'nah'juss.

It's the smallest things that bring us

comfort in life - keeping our eyes open
to the beauty and the wonder,

even though we know 

about the climate crisis, 

we keep up with the news,
and so much of it is bad. We know

what we know, and it is hard to bear.
But, for now, there is no
state of emergency, and we know
only too well, one day we might be looking back
thinking how much we 
took that for granted-
ordinary days.

We fall back on the beauty, the cups

of strong tea, the small things that

comprise the goodness of life,

ours still to enjoy with gratitude
that I woke up still alive,

for eyes that opened this morning

that still can see, for knees that ache

but will still get me into town,

for the beach calling to me

with its siren song

in this place where I the most

belong.

Gratitude,
gratitude,
gratitude
for it all -
the things we thought so small
are the big things, after all.

Inspired by Laurie Wagner's "It's the Smallest Things". Different for each one of us,  the Lego blocks that build our lives.