It's the little things in life that make me happy

It's the waking up before dawn to the

Buzzing beneath my pillow and that's

Just my brother, why are you even awake

It's the same old sun in the same old sky, but

A new rising that I watch out of half-closed eyes

The buzzing beneath my pillow just as

I'm drifting to dreams again

It's the little things...

It's the walking down a cracked sidewalk

Feeling the warm sun on my breathing skin

Knowing that summer hasn't packed her suitcase

The breeze blowing my versatile twists into my face

Reminding me there should always be a scrunchie on my wrist

The Kenya beads around my neck

Inherited and expressing a feeling of freedom

It's the little things in life...

Passing an elementary school and the children

Lining up like stalks of blue uniformed cornflowers

On a Wednesday afternoon

A little girl I do not know waves frantically at me

And I wave back because, why not?

Hello is a beautiful thing

Falling to a simple pattern of step, step

The music in my ears sets a theme

For such a happy day and my cheekbones

Will not be subdued

A grin is just another symptom as a

Honda Odyssey stops to pick me up and I detour

It's the little things in life that make me happy