There’s a vast expanse of beauty
in the ordinary day-to-day.
In the first cup of morning coffee –
steaming
In waking up slowly,
In lazing in bed with a book –
simple pleasures
There’s a vast expanse of beauty
in the familiarity of routine.
In the first cup of morning coffee –
steaming
In tickling my baby,
In his vibrant laughter –
simple pleasures
There’s a vast expanse of beauty
in this typical humdrum.
In the first cup of morning coffee –
steaming
In a pile of clean laundry,
Stacked just so –
simple pleasures
Mundane matters,
but they’re magical to me
(when I remember to stop –
and drink them in).
