The Exuberance of Small Things in Life

 

There’s something exuberant about this

Writing something in the cold of a night

Or just writing, about anything, anywhere

And looking at your own scars

And your dry skin

Or the curves of your face

Or those of your body

Or just sitting

And observing how you usually sit

Or seeing the orange of the sun

Or the smile of the person you love

In the orange of the sun on their face

And seeing the blue in the sky

And the gradation of the trees’ leaves

And the smoke from the chimneys

Or that from your mouth

Looking at people’s eyelashes

Or the colors of their eyes

To then see the colors of their souls

To listen to a song that abruptly ends

Or to listen to a song with good lyrics

Or those with just good instruments

Or to talk with somebody

To really listen to their voice

But not the words

Just the ups and downs of their tones

To then discover their moods

To then help them out of their misery

Or to celebrate their happiness

There’s something exuberant about this

Staying home, locked up alone

As everyone is out partying

Meeting, talking, dancing, drinking

But you’re not there

Because what you have makes you whole

Because what you see pleases you

Because what you understand fulfils you

That you don’t need others to do it for you

Because you see the truth behind things

Behind those eye colors you’ve seen

Behind the length of those eyelashes

Behind those abrupt song endings

Behind those good song lyrics

Behind the smoke from your mouth

Behind the leaves of the trees

Behind the voice that resembles you

And it doesn’t matter what they tell you

It is yours to acknowledge

And to be alone is brave

But to be together is needed

But I want depths and not shallows

And if I’m currently with sorrows

It’s to be understood and not judged

And if I decide to go

It’s to be accepted and not wondered

Because the way to acceptance is hard

And so is the way to go out of sorrows

But there’s something exuberant about this

Being yourself and needing yourself

To stay with yourself and feeling yourself

And finding out you’re enough

On your own or with those you love

And it’s not right or wrong

It is just ordinary

And should be just ordinary

And there’s something exuberant

About you

For being you