It’s the little things that matter
the dark cabinet full of old books
the way a child leaps into a puddle without hesitation
the buses that are never on time, but always arrive
the cars who stop for you when you’re not at a crosswalk
the woman who’s nice to you at the bakery, even if you don’t know her name
the coworker who makes you feel at home
30 Poems in 30 Days 