363/365: Love Something Small
When your heart feels unwise
and a hot-heavy ache sits in a bowl in your chest,
love something small.
My heart chose the chuckling rise and fall
of my neighbour's shoulder against mine on the plane.
His life was better in that moment,
and I loved his small joy.
Each knock off his shoulder against mine said
yes yes yes,
joy is a thing sitting next to you.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.