It’s funny 
how little 
it takes 
to anything 
laugh love 
forgive and 
be happy 
but it’s 
big to 
those who’re
around you 
who have 
lost themselves 

There’s this little 
window on Sunday 
afternoons when rest
I can knowing
that soon enough 
it’ll all start 
over and things 
will become dirty
I call this 
my little window 
into total bliss 
and I but
its curious onlooker 

A picture 
a path
straight and 
narrow enough 
for one 
leads through 
dusty woods 
standing like 
tall sentinels 
or umbrella 
sticks holding 
up the 
early morning 

I now find 
a great joy
cleaning my home 
I think it’s 
the combination of 
present to task 
and the discipline 
of the routine 
I have become 
my very own 
Mr. Miyagi washing 
on washing off

In order to 
be grateful for 
what I will
have I needed 
to let go 
of what I 
once had and 
sit in the
now of nothing