Every feeling fully felt is bliss.
What is lovelier than a well-loved sofa by the window
as rainfall drowns out all other noise,
a dry, heavy book in your lap?
What is finer than an afternoon of sunshine
with a dry, cool, soft breeze
that plays the trees’ leaves like wind chimes?
What is sweeter than the quiet, serious concentration
of a toddler squatting in the grass
to peer closer at that hidden zoo among the blades?
I think it’s when you pause and realize it.
When you take a moment in your hand and
look at it, love it, thank God for it,
knowing that it is both very fleeting, and yet, here.
For me, it’s the out-of-body deep breath
before the dive back in.