She meant for her text to request
“a little letter,” but the phone’s
mistaken wording spurred
thinking about little corners
in closets, pantries, cabinets,
often unseen or overlooked.
See here, this poem hopes to tug
the corner of your mouth
by pointing out, if you stop
to notice, things are not little
or simple — coffee with a friend,
fog in a garden, silence
around you like a soft blanket.
Gratitude makes all the difference.