the little things
this is a short poetic piece about beauty in the minute. Written in under an hour, after receiving a message from someone dear to me. To you, thank you for comprising a portion of my life's 80%.
it’s the little things
no joke.
it’s the tiny steps of a toddler
one chubby leg after the other, arms outstretched,
tiny babbles of excitement and wonder
as she closes the gap between her and her mother
the smaller, the wider the impact radius
when the depressed chooses to open her eyes
instead of keeping it shut for good
the minor acts of self-choosing in the day-to-day
that, deserves all the praise
it’s the inaudible pause before ‘will you’
and the reassuring silence after ‘i do’
all that matters in the world, what comprises life itself
80% in the minute, both size and period of time
an, i’m thinking of you so here’s a selfie
or i-got-you-soup-because-you’re-sick errand
or making time despite a hellish week - to retreat, if only for 3 mins, in a place where there exists only a you and an i
or even traveling 13 kms of uncertainty for a 5KM-walk-at-dusk date
it’s the little things, a kairo for a cold winter’s day
the reason why when you walk, your hands are tucked safely in your pockets
embracing the warmth of what was
a piece of comfort to help you appreciate what is
