trying to find my way back here
or
maybe i am just trying to
find my way.
back.
back to what?
to the pen? to the paper?
to the click-clacking keyboard
and flickering laptop light?
to fall? to life?
to remembering what was lost
while embracing
what is left?
to wordiness and wilderness and wondering
why not more…
to staying abreast, staying afloat
when sometimes
you feel like you are sinking
beneath the blankets and the early dark nights…

but also to beautiful fall colors
so bright
you still see them
when you shut your eyes…
to red dirt roads and little old lady hats
and the pug snorting with excitement
when you get home from work,
a cold can of diet coke,
a planned movie date with friends,
socks that don’t itch
and a roof that doesn’t leak.

little things matter.
you have to look a little harder,
but the little things matter.