There is always a story
in every day
routine and nondescript.
Like the fellow
who delivers my groceries ~
always a big smile,
a happy voice and
a cheerful aura.
Black hair wild and wiry.
His bulk carries my groceries
and his cheerfulness easily
~ this is a story at my door.
“We’re all stories, in the end.”
~ Steven Moffatt,
Scottish TV writer and producer
Drawing a blank on a screen
with no texture,
only the tactile nature
of the keys feeding
the black letters,
square and rigid,
on a screen with no texture.
But these black letters,
square and rigid,
write enchanting stories of
prairies, mountains, lakes
and oceans; trees and grasses,
peoples, animals, fish and fowl
asking us to imagine colour and texture.
“Books may well be the only true magic.”
~ Alice Hoffman, Magic Lessons
Where is the bright spot?
Did it pass by too quickly ~
snagged on
the back of my mind.
A snap of the fingers.
The flick of a light switch.
Quick as a hummingbird.
The smile of a passerby.
All things that
lighten my step and
ease my load.
“When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped
noticing the good things that appear in our lives.”
~ Paul Coehlo, poet
