me

something odd happened today.
i woke up happy in my skin.
there was no inner critic,
no judge or jury, no bubbling
plan for self-improvement, no
thoughts of what needs to happen
for me to find joy.
how odd to be happy being me.

same old

another day of
same old, same old.
get up, go to work,
handle fires, answer
email, write up detailed
instructions.
see the new flowers
emerging, feel the sun
on your face, laugh with
friends, enjoy the commute
it’s lighter than usual.
another day of
same old, same old
miracles.