Small Acts
a little sun through window
a whisper as the house
takes a breath and I’m
a moment older lost in reflection
about how the ones I loved
come back to me each time
I get out of bed remembering
how someone who worked
with me stood near me
as I cleaned up a spill
a small act but it was
a big thing at the time
I ponder a crack in the highway
that was patched and that little things
lead to something greater as they
always have and when I was in grade
school I walked across the Mississippi
when it a stream flowing from a lake
while my father stood by and watched
and now the river carries the weight
of our weary lives and this morning
in a moment of silence
conversations once lost come back to me
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