The Vector

Have you ever noticed 
That there are some people 
Who seem to hold a brightness
In their spirit?

Their eyes are more alive. 
The day lifts a bit 
When they come into it. 
They bring a quiet joy. 

There is a confidence within them, 
But it is not focused on themselves. 
They seem to be held by an assurance
That the world is deeply right. 

What if, perhaps, they caught the holy virus?
And what if it is spread by smiles?
Even the tiny upturn of a lip, 
The twinkle in an eye, can bring exposure. 

And what if I, too, could be a carrier, 
A vector of life? 
Ah! That would make me smile!
(And did I just see the twinkle in your eye?)

let go

joy in laundry.jpg

sometimes joy comes in letting go
in letting life be life
in letting you be you
in letting me be me
and welcoming the mess of it all

there may just be a smile
hidden in the remnants of the day
or a giggle folded in with the laundry

 

[photo by GoonSquadSarah per cc 2.0]