A Poem – Week Sixteen

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This poem was written around 1994.  I used to spend a lot of time staring out the back upstairs window when I was stressed out from school or family drama.  Taking note of nature was like therapy to me even though I was only seeing a backyard in the middle of the city.


Little Things

I sit in the darkness

And look outside

Watching the wind blow

Through the trees

Looking at the leaves

Swaying from side to side

Starting to notice the little things

When I think about them

Instead of other stuff

I feel less pain

Watch every sunset

Look at the earth getting wet

During a long spring rain

Feel no pain

And start to notice the little things.


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