Life is worth living because of these.
Strum of coastal breeze,
sugary and smooth,
lock of hair that flits
away from my face.
Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
trace of rosemary perfume, tearing apart
Whistle of birds at midnight,
flicker of campfire flame,
spitting cherry pits in a bowl.
Paradoxical summer rain.
Puddles, catching tadpoles,
throwing bread crusts
to the ducks.
Giving up, keeping up, waking up
to Iron & Wine. Salt on scrambled eggs,
slurping hot chocolate dregs. Fresh dawns
out kitchen windows, endless
Sun rays. Feet in wet sand, sinking, thinking
about what life means.
Death is worth avoiding because of these.