My wife’s lips as I kiss her
hello in the morning. 

The air conditioning in the break room,
so stark next to the muggy warmth of the factory.

That bottle of water, greedy gulps
that felt like rain on my garden.

The fight I had with my son
that resulted in progress
finding a job.

The medication I’ve been missing 
because the pharmacy couldn’t find it 
finally came in, fit like a
puzzle piece into my mind’s inner workings.

The thought of a therapist appointment 
later in the week.

My wife’s lips as I kiss her 
good night.