All the little things

like watering the strawberries and currants,
because they are up and leafing,
or carrying the wicker basket,
full of wet clothes,
down the steps and out by the trees.
One could miss the way
the fingers squeeze together
the top of the clothespin to
attach the seam of the blue shirt
to the swaying clothesline.
One could miss the moment,
when the sprinkler is moved around,
that each small strawberry plant drinks in water,
up from its root tips.
One could miss these details of care,
one could look back over the day and say only,
I washed the clothes.
I watered the garden.
One could miss all of these—
how the brown socks are
carefully laid out to dry.
I don’t want to go on about it,
but isn’t it the small things,
the little acts of love,
that keep this heartrending world
spinning on its axis?

Elise Stuart

2 thoughts on “All the little things

  1. Sonnie Sussillo April 26, 2016 / 9:07 pm

    Elise, I really really like this piece. It’s a wonderful reminder for mindfulness.

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    • Elise Stuart May 7, 2016 / 9:49 am

      Thank you, Sonnie. After being outside in the back garden,this poem just seemed to write itself.
      And yes, though I wasn’t consciously thinking of mindfulness, it is about that, and loving each moment we are here.

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