Smallstone #21 embracing this moment

embracing this moment;
heart pounding/mind racing/deep breath;
one one thousand, two one thousand,
coming and going,
still here.

Smallstone #20 ginger-ale...

gingerale bubbling down the back of the throat
followed by a shiver of cold that begins at the top of the shoulders,
down the inside of the arms and voila!
goosebumps!

Smallstone #19 pota and pans...

pots and pans all lined up like the ziegfeld follies;
they know how to stay still.

Smallstone #18 there were many...

There were many smallstones offered me today;
the magic of a posse of starlings, twenty or more, navigating the wind and the light poles
and; he asks, "Can you feel that?", after these little patches are attached at one end to my sacrum and the other to some square-boxed circuitry system with diodes. I say, "Whoa", as my flesh starts to ripple. He says, "I've barely just turned it on." I keep realizing just how sensitive I am.
Then, I open up to the first poem from Mary Oliver's latest offering, "A Thousand Mornings"; Mary IS the smallstone.

Smallstone #17 fettuccine pasta...

fettuccine pasta smothered in marinara sauce,
crumbled sweet & spicey sausage,
feta cheese soaked in olive oil,
velvet moon cabernet,
salt to taste,
abondanza.

Smallstone#16 there's no such thing

there's no such thing as a quiet house;
and then the refrigerator stops whirring
and the dryer shuts off
and the animals are at rest-
oh.

Smallstone #15

15a)
textured mauve queen anne recliner
winter sun penetrates cotton, no regard of frigid air
watching the self cherishing;
no judgement, no commentary.

15b)
cupping the back of my head with your knowing hand-
I am home