resting on a cloud

warmth multiplying into heat comfort and softness  like resting on a cloud like sitting as an angel as a bird as a spirit high above looking down  resting falling into buoyancy  and eyes droop and sinking down  while being held up  wrapped in gentle ease

simple things

this is a poem for simple things like counting to 10 or finding a penny it’s about alarm clocks and tissue paper it’s about your favorite bag or finding an old receipt it’s about tripping over a stick that is not very big and laughing at that it’s about the glitter that some sidewalks have…