Routine Days
How I treasure my life
even in these ordinary times
these most routine days
how I love the space I take up
every breath deep into my lungs
just my presence and awareness of being here
the shower that makes me clean once again
the tea bracing and comforting at once.
I see the shimmer in the water
reflections of what’s beyond.
I decide whether to walk now or later,
the phone in my pocket a treasure
of connection. My chair and footstool
a miracle of comfort and well being.
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Thanks for this! I find it hard to celebrate things right now, so a reminder to pause and allow myself a bit of enjoyment is nice.
This poem soothed me. Thank you for capturing blessings so clearly.
I love this Pat. I have treasured birdsong this spring like never before.
Ah, the pleasures of routine, of the moment. Lovely sonnet.