Sunday, October 14, 2018

In The Moment...

In The Moment...

Joy flows from the smallest of things,
Sunrise to open eyes,
The scent of a grandmother's kitchen,
A warm coffee mug on a frosted morning.

Gold may bring ease,
But it is cold in your hands,
Will break your teeth,
Make you look over your shoulder,
Always glancing side to side.

As long as there is food,
A beloved face to see and touch,
A voice intoned in warmth,
A fire and a candle,
Somewhere soft to lay your head,
Wealth is all about you,
Simply awaiting definition.


By: Daniel A. Stafgord
© 10/13/2018

Inspired by Anil's poem above.