Sometimes I feel
The world is not enough
To keep me.
So when I feel
like the world is not
I see it new.
The birds that hop around my garden
The smiles of those who leave a print
A cup of tea every morning or
Pancakes that are specially made in a café filled with unmatched chairs.
I hold on to a collection of notebooks, pens and sketch books,
I smell the salt from the air on the beach
My dogs curled up like cushions as I listen to
The sounds of rushing water against our skylight window
And here I am
all the sights and sounds of what could be
When the world is just enough
to keep me grounded still.