I now find my gaze often lands on the little things about being alive, again
Fresh drops of May rain on Wysteria, the scent of white lilac, fractals of ferns
The newness in the green of the leaves of the purple, of the pink and tangerine Hyacinth
The fallen petal on the coffee table.
The whole of the arrangement
gathered from the soggy yard with easy, intentional, lackadaisical love.
This afternoon, on second thought-
I fell again,
with a smile.