My Little Life

is
that first sip-
that whisper
of sun
and
sprint of
rabbit- that
celebrates
a new day’s
light

it’s just
a little life
I’ve found –
sampled in
the sweetest
honeyed nectar
warmed by
my
tongue

and here
again-
in the simple
joy of whistled
tune
that tumbles
down
pyjama’d
stairs

it’s that
mouse in the
kitchen
that tiptoes
by-
scouting
crumbs in
the soft morning
light

this simple life-
my only
truth now-
my only
companion-

it lays
stripped-bare
under the sun’s
angled
rays

this sacred
gift-
that touches soft-
revealing
truth

that there is
nothing
more to be had-
nothing more
to be
gained-

just the
pure
heartbreak
that quiet
rests
in a
simple
moment

as
the sun
arcs weighted
across the
sky

Barbara Barry November 16, 2016

Love,

Smidge