Is it in the small and significant,

or the bold and brave?

Should I seek where I am,

or where I am not?

One day I am confident,

the next I am shouldering,

seeing the gaps.

The Lasting Things:

peace, safety, art, silence,

people, food, water, air.

Fresh bed sheets,

bright morning sunlight on the roof,

conversations,

books, records,

riding bicycles on the street.

Those are here,

and they are good.