Little Things

At the end of the ridge with old tree swing rope hanging from a familiar oak tree.

(photo by Art Durand Photography)

Little Things

11/26/11

I'm touched

by these,

unlike straw

that breaks

camel's back,

or last

straw turning

someone psycho,

it's small

seeing with

appreciative eyes

which exponentially

magnifies love

for world,

family, friends,

All Creation,

my being-ness,

becoming, what

I've been,

and the

little things.