The good sigh

The sweet sound of the trumpet
playfully tunes out it's catchy beat
The pores of sunlight shine and
a sweat drop rolls down her temple.

Clean lines and white perfection
within a perfectly placed photograph

The smooth transition from yellow
to green in a ripe avocado.

When milk hits the coffee surface
The liquid dances with it's partner.

The steam water presses and soothes
skin thankful for the hot shower.

A thick tarte greek yogurt wraps
its texture round her tongue.

These are good sighs. But we are.

A large community of knit-pickers
scratches on apples.
extra skin on the body.
greener grass on his lawn.
Blips in good days.
One can always find them.
Second guessing the good in our lives.
Consider that in doing so,
a lethargy spreads. Instead of
days going by, its going. That's obvious.
Why not answer something different?

Get this. Even if
the course of events uncoursed
and the mind stretched further
must that be spread to all? Why not
try to answer "How's your day going?"
With the answer you wished for.
Be careful what you wish for. Except don't be.
It's not like happiness ever
decreases from being shared.
So next time, smile for others, not yourself.
And light a thousand candles.
Sometimes there is sweetness in the cracks.
You never know.