Ordinary things
After I glimpse the guys in hi-vis jackets
planting trees on a bank
at the side of the motorway
and protecting them from rabbits
with tall white collars
I look back to the road and notice
the sky ahead of me has broken
into a swathe of blue and I feel
that flip of joy inside me - you know the one,
as if your heart and your stomach
have performed their own little high five -
and it reaches my face in a smile.
Moments like this save me
over and over, ordinary things filled
with light and thoughtfulness
reminding me the world I want
to live in can still be found.
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