Simple Bliss

Simple Bliss

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

The morning air brushing my face, 

the silence brings the promise of the day.

I find enjoyment in picnics by a body of water,

summer spilling its warmth onto a shared blanket.

In spring and fall, I seek the open road,

sunroof framing the vast sky above.

Road trips stretch time —

a moving canvas of possibility.

Winter calls for art, theater and

galleries where the colors of other lives

spill into mine, with the lure of new worlds.

But home is where I snuggle into stillness.

I don’t watch much TV,

but the rhythm of a cooking show

stirs my own creations, spices dancing, 

the kitchen alive with intention.

Sedentary moments find me content:

a game with friends, a book,

or the creation of poetry,

words spilling like water from a dam.

There is beauty in the tiny things:

sunlight slicing through the blinds,

songs belted out in joyful defiance of silence,

the coziness of freshly dried sheets.

I treasure deep laughter that spills into tears,

conversations that stitch hearts together,

the fleeting yet infinite bloom

of split-second gratitude.

My life is created from the ordinary,

and made extraordinary by living simply.

In the moments walked, I find my bliss,

a blessing held in what already is.