contentment comes to visit me
usually in fleeting
small moments
which I, in my busy chaos,
skim over silkily
like the otter skims over
a mud mound
but on rare occasion
she flies to my consciousness
a hummingbird
whizzing at my ear
staring me in the face
a little gift
from the world
here I sit on my porch
no moment extraordinary
and life around me
stills and purrs
sweetly for a moment
contentment, fair and simple,
sits with me for a spell
and I embrace her
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