When I begin to feel low
I can recognize that
it is because I am
living in my list
of what isn’t so great.
I try to understand,
instead,
how long our lives are
which is
unknown.
And so
then I think about
the fat pinecones
on the sidewalks
and driveways
and trails.
The ones that crunch
so satisfyingly
under my hiking boots.
There is always that.
I will start my list there.
And I will add
belly laughs,
gifts from dogs,
relief on someone’s face,
sunshine in the Fall,
a bear hug from behind,
an unexpected bird stopping near.
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