Where do those moments go, the ones
where you feel perfectly content, like your
place in the world is perfect and guaranteed
and you are where you’re meant to be? They
appear so unexpectedly:

looking out the window
at the kitchen sink as you pour your second
cup of coffee, beneath the old magnolia
with your hands in the dirt, on the ferry landing
at the clang of the streetcar and the river breeze
in your face.

The sun shines on your head
and you feel it’s soothing warmth traveling to the
ends of every nerve in your body, a butter balm
tasting so right in your soul. In the quiet
of those moments you are strong and when
they pass you’re left with a little more
endurance for life’s noise.