Finding Joy In Small Things
words slide and shimmy
toward close of day,
into the cracks left behind
by the other 28 days;
like toes gripping wet sand
i feel them fall into place,
a distinct click,
as each locks into place
and like the wet sand,
when i dig deep enough,
i see water filter up
and there i find my joy.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014