jalapeño pretzels & the adulation of small things

give me as much freedom as one can gain & a decent bag of pretzels---you can have your gods, governments & possessions. -good day.

munching jalapeño pretzels,

savoring a cup of coffee,

taking a moment to enjoy the way a cardigan you’ve had for years

feels

when you throw it on for the

255 thousandth time---

these things, these small (and what may seem to others as being irrelevant details of life)

but more than precious tidbits of life

are what keep us unique

and what keep us grounded to a physical reality

which makes sense to us

personally---

as conglomerations

of habits & happenings,

things & theatrics,

each one of this species in the present

anthropocene

walks this planet with the experiences that they have had

tattooed across their face &

as much as you moisturize, rubbing away those

crow’s feet

your life’s work is embedded in the conversations you have

and the admiration & appreciation of the

little things

create a comfortable warmth that you don’t have to

defend & a library of

wonder that isn’t obligated or forced upon

us by anything but our own desire to

enjoy a life of freedom

or as close to this as we can get,

constantly,

interminably,

insisting on more of it.