Under a tree
A young boy returning from a walk to the river
Stops under a tree, glances at its little shade
Pulls from one of his pockets an orange
Starts peeling, dropping the peelings on the ground
Cuts a slice and puts it in his mouth.
Smiles, then resumes his walk.
I continue my walk towards the river.
The rain started last night and continued today
I didn’t walk to the river this morning
Instead I went to the Wellness Center for a workout.
This afternoon I was in the Study Center
In the library helping students with their homework.
Afterwards I attended my Rotary Club meeting.
This evening I started reading Conversation With Friends,
A novel by Sally Rooney.
The little things that make life interesting.
We can measure the day by how long it rained
HOr by how happy is the student after
She understood what she was studying for days.
A green leaf started sprouting from a seed
Aboard the lunar lander at the surface of the moon.
That’s a living plant listening to Moonlight Sonata.
The little things
simple pleasures of ordinary things
peanut butter, Beethoven’s late quartets
moments as moments evolve
concepts not possessions
can make one happy
sweet moments of vibrant greens
cobalt blues, trees, giant
and slender, of Woldgate Woods,
sanctuary of affection
David Hockney painted,
drew “en plein air” changing seasons
“nicely phrased” on iPad videos, paintings
evolving slowly before my eyes
3 days before the exhibit closed
the little things, important little things
I love you, hug me tight.
(from the internet) photo: www.redtedart.com