Some days when driving home from Trader Joe's,
Or soccer games, or errands here and there,
No longer dwelling on the path I chose,
Or what I lost, or how the kids will fare,
I get the strangest glimpses of a thought.
A feeling, really. Something like delight.
And wonder. And it comes to me unsought,
Unbidden. Like a spark of second sight,
Or harbinger of something yet unseen.
All this from just a glimmer of the sun,
A cat returned, the slamming of a screen,
Tomatoes ripening. The laundry done.
And suddenly, I'm set upon by bliss.
It only lasts a second. Just a kiss,
And then I'm left with memories. Like this.


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Comments
This was great - It's all about what we've got and are thankful for - not what we don't have.
I love that you've been set upon by bliss!
This poem is so tight, so well constructed, just amazing.
To me bliss comes packaged in the Tyndall effect.
I love the direction this one points toward. You are brave.
Gotta save my strength tonight. Posting and going to bed immediately.
Thanks again.