Ninety Days

I was told to look for the little things.
That they would be what mattered,
the moments I would remember.

But there are no little things.
Just these billboard-sized celebrations
marking my journey from nowhere.

Another hour.
A glimpse at love.
The comfort of warm slippers.

Who knew absence
would clutter up my life
with such all encompassing joy?

No nausea.
No tremors.
No regret.

Only hope
and the delightful buoyancy of being.

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6 thoughts on “Ninety Days

  1. “…Who knew absence
    would clutter up my life
    with such all encompassing joy?”

    You hit the nail right on the head, PP! Couldn’t agree more….. how an absence can contribute so much to our day-to-day quality of life.

    You said it beautifully.

    Hugs –

    Mary

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