In the Palm: Ch 5 poem

Sometimes I remind myself 

to stop and think for awhile.

I think about beautiful things

to distract me from the ugly.

The way a baby’s fingers 

curl around a thumb

and how your nose scrunches 

when you laugh. 

The smell of clean laundry

and your aftershave

and the way warm breezes feel

after a long winter.

The feeling of a soft stretch

after closing tired eyes

and the sounds birds make

before the sun rises.