every once in a while it pops in again
enough wonder to keep my head abreast of
the waves that ebb flow and sometimes crash
I’m not suggesting I’m an exception
quite the contrary anymore I know
this is life period for everyone
it demands perspective sure
one’s ebb may be another’s flow
and a crash to one could be a simple bump in the night against the edge of a duvet-warmed bed
but today as the sun pinked the edges of cotton balled clouds and the warmth of the leg against my chilled toes
as I curled back into the covers and the pie leftover best for breakfast
had my head crowning the glory of a moment
and I could call it enough
with wonder