Nothing Scares An Enemy More.

Than A Person Who Keeps Smiling And Trying.

Despite His Enemies Best Efforts.

To Try And Stop Him From Succeeding.

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Admiring the dinner spread

Aromas fill the room

Call the troops and set the plates

The food is coming soon

A grateful heart for filling plates

So sweet in every way

The moment I look forward to

Each and every day

a blink,

and the world fades away.

eyes open,

and the world returns,

more beautiful than before

because it isn't gone yet.

In the miliseconds as you approach a stranger

Your brain calculates:

Do their scuffed shoes plus my torn sweater

Equal a full 2 second gaze?

Or should I glance away first?

He is a man...

Subtract my uterus from his masculinity,

And I subvert my gaze,

But this is not new math.

Recalculate.

Then again, if I stare too long,

He may think I am interested,

And that gut is obvious.

20 pounds too many plus my uterus =

I who deserve the lasting look,

But I don't think I want it?

Multiply my shame for judging his weight

By the shine of his teeth as he gives me a confident smile.

He says, "Hi how are you?"

I nod, subvert, and blush.

And he probably things that I am blushing over him,

But I am embarrased that I cannot even solve my own equation.

My joy is at the end of the day--or perhaps it's morning.

After I've stumbled through a dull but tiring day.

After I've started at the wall for three hours.

After I have no more tears to cry.

After I've fallen into cool sheets.

My joy is at the end of the day, when I can sleep surronded by dreams that can never be.

ceiling -

curtains cloud the sun -

contours separate the painting

from the wall -

“what time is it?” -

but I don’t check the phone.

I lay there, thinking nothing,

and stare at cracks in the ceiling,

not wishing I was back dreaming

but not too excited either.

blanket and bed's better in the morning

than in the night - cement cold, cement hard;

so I coccoon myself further,

not because I want to go back to sleep

but because thoughts start pattering

on diner windows and I start

acknowledging the refracted worlds

within each drop and streak.

from laundry to coffee -

day's to do list -

visualize each and every one.

mannerisms, ticks, the whole shebang,

flicker dimly on a projector screen

inside the head.

so far out, I'm gone.

I'm not in bed anymore.

I'm drinking coffee.

I'm doing dishes.

I'm cleaning my room.

I'm buying groceries.

I'm -

- back in bed.

mindfulness is a muscle.

writing helps to stay present.

out of nowhere, not of my own accord,

I get up,

but not because I wanted to,

but because the sun rises,

and because roses know when to let go,

and because blood vessels of black bears beat

bass rhythms of the season,

and because hatchlings crawl and struggle

with sand-sprinkled grins,

shaming icarus as they charge

towards the horizon over white valleys

of thunder waves,

and because we're wired to do the same.

Convenience grab a snack

Chips? Candy? Sports drink?

Friendly cashier

Be kind back

Share a smile

Leave with the your goodies

Haven't we all done with that?

Remember that moment

You say

something funny

she says

something mocking

we all

don't care

it's funny

I laugh

I look around

they are all laughing

No one cares

We all just laugh

Nothing else matters

We are only laughing at each other

Afterall, it's what friends do

No one's mad at any one

No one's sad

No one's crying

Only laughter rings out

In just this single moment,

Notice,

nothing else matters.

Everything,

is better.

-JoyofEveryday challenge

The sparrow chirrups all day long

With nary a break in its song.

The little squirrels scamper up and down

In an unending quest for fun.

I watch and laugh, wondering anew at their love of life

I return to my desk, refreshed and ready for life’s strife.