gifts of joy abound –
sometimes in non-descript places,
at unexpected times,
and for unanticipated reasons.
a friendly smile,
an unencumbered sigh,
a silent, non-verbal gesture
can be a gift shared,
a joy redeemed.
I’m not telling you
anything you don’t
already know, haven’t already
figured out from scratch.
Don’t look in the places
where you already expect
to find your gifts of joy.
Look elsewhere, between things,
inside of thoughts and dreams,
between the lines and strokes
of poetry and songs lyrics
and works of art. It might
surprise you what was always there.
Look elsewhere😘
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“Look elsewhere, between things … ”
between soil, between sand,
under belief and roots of trees,
along the melody of song,
in soft eyes of the old, the soft
kiss of the young … an unexpected
moment of discovery ….
— a riff off your poem
Kevin
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I love it! We must collaborate more often!
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