I wanted to share this poem I wrote with you this week in hopes that it will bring a smile to your face and a memory to the foreground of your noggin. I wrote this in a time of depression, when I needed to remember some of the reasons why life is worth living.

Waves crashing in a nearby heart

Warmth cracking through the pavement between his fingertips

A glance upward to the blue and purple knit sky

Eyes twinkling like the glint from a shattered mirror

Ink smeared all around in loopty-loos and curly-Qs

A master in training works her whimsical feelings

Rotating unevenly like lovers on a dancefloor

The piece of clay molds its master

A single green sprout protruding from a metal wasteland

The sound of feathered friends announcing the arrival of the sun

Little fingers wandering and grasping for something sweet

Slobbery kisses from the furry beast at your feet

Two old buddies sit and talk on dime and coffee

A record wavering and spinning out its captivating beats

A Jazz singer singing that note just a tad off key

Laughter ringing around the oaken tree

Arms intertwining as a shoulder silently drinks up tears

A kind word spoken from the midst of cracked dust

Vines of confidence trailing through the wind of doubt and disdain

A child who now has a name