Sweet peppers grow in a pot on our front walk. They are still blooming. We still harvest. The peppers themselves for salads. The insights for reminder of simple things on a Wednesday.
I wish
to be
at peace
in the every day
of the every day
and in the the great flowing
of it all.
In the stillness.
In the movement.
In the clarity.
In the complexity.
I wish
to be
in utter peace,
base-lined
to joy,
sun-kissed
in all of it.