I've learned to read the fine print -
Of a day gone awry..
Sometimes comfort comes in whispers
Subtleties of soft cat fur under your fingers
And warm hoodies out of the dryer
A stranger holding the door for you
Or a note of thanks when you do the same -
Our days are made up of intricate details
Small, woven moments over in a second
Some large and encompassing
Others drip daintily from a full gutter
Brief drips continuously
Needing to be wrung out
And to our surprise
It gushes like a flash-flood
Reminding us that everything, everywhere adds up
How we wring it out
Is up to us.
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