I think 
people lie
saying they
want happiness 
yet instead 
invite drama 
to dine 
whilst joy
stands outside 
in the 
rain cold 
and hungry 

I stopped stirring 
leaving what settled 
at the bottom 
where it chose
to be rather 
I either sip
or I sit 
enjoying the broth 
of my labor 
or watching the 
life flash past
that has erupted 
from the decay
of my very 
own life’s sediment 

Looking back 
at it
now holes
are interesting 
things frequently 
filled in
with bodies 
of blame 
or left 
gaping open 
like some 
feeble testament 
of suffering 
me I
ignore and 
avoid them 
itty bitty 
monuments of 
something that 
once was 
left for 
others to 
gaze upon 
and wonder 
just what 
happened here 

Imagine it
to be 
and so 
it will
for those 
things out
in front 
are meant 
for one 
to catch 
and those 
behind are
meant to 
be forgotten 

How truly simple 
this life is 
small little miracles 
that occur daily 
smiles and hello’s 
hugs and happiness 
kidding and kisses 
and those kiddos 
doggos and cattos 
for me it
has always been 
coffee cup or
pot that magic
of scoops and 
water and heaven