This post is inspired from an excerpt of the poem Small Things by Anna
Kamienska:
“It’s not from the grand
but from every tiny thing
that it grows enormous
as if Someone was building Eternity
as a swallow its nest
out of clumps of moments”
Our clumps of moments this week:
a mixture of sugar, and butter, and vanilla
while the sky was still black and blue
so someone could have a first day of school treat.
a familar hangout with a new place to draw “guys”
meeting a new friend
having crayons spill out of my pencil case at my writer’s group meeting
finding the perfect spot for one’s foot on (finally!) a sunny afternoon
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