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.
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