with which the pages of the day
fall layered and random
in my thought - the talking on the phone,
efforts to integrate new things
into the household order,
planning for a gathering a few days hence,
neglecting chores
And gratitude, although I had no urge to force it,
rose like sun-drenched clouds
through moments in my day,
arresting skys commanded my attention,
rays and colors couldn't help but draw forth praise.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2021
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