I Am The Person Who..| 2022
I am the person who loves the little things in life
I am the person who grins
when my mom makes food just the way I like it,
soup,
Steaming hot,
salty,
a touch of green onions,
Rich and creamy
Not even a hint of
Stemmy brown mushrooms in sight
because last time,
I prodded at them with my spoon,
ate around them,
trying to tell her
In a window through my eyes
I didn't want them
I am the person who glances
from my desk
After sitting cross-legged for an hour
with my back hunched,
Rigid and stiff,
Creaky like ancient wooden floorboards,
and the blue light of the computer,
glaring off my glasses,
And see's my dog curled up on my bed
patiently waiting for me to come join him,
give him cuddles,
and fall asleep with him in my arms,
I can almost feel his velvety soft ears,
And tiny warm heartbeat,
right next to mine
I'll think about how marvelous it is,
something so small
can love so big,
and with a new auroral bit of energy
I'll start clicking away at my computer again,
Determined to finish
I am the person who feels comforted
by the feeling of bear hugs
where the sentiment Is so genuine
you can feel it fill you up
like a steaming mug of hot chocolate,
The embrace firm but gentle,
Wrapping you up so you can relax in the security of their arms
A moment of pure bliss and connection between two people
I am the person who could Sit
in the bathtub forever,
let the hot water seep deep into my bones,
And relish in the delicious heat of the water,
Letting my mind drift like a sailboat,
Far away,
and letting the warm blanket of water,
wash over me,
The nape of my neck connecting to the water
and a slight shiver of pleasure would run down my spine,
My hair fanning out delicately in the water,
Not one thought in my mind.
I am the person who adores
the fond sounds of my home
greeting me as I walk through my front door,
The swift silvery click of the lock opening,
Running water out of a bamboo pipe drizzling onto a mossy rock in our courtyard,
My mom's voice ringing through our home on a meeting,
The sound of the dishwasher clanking mechanically,
The metallic whoosh of the washing machine
The silence coming from my brother's room,
The soft click-clack of claws on stone floor coming to greet me,
And my dog's excited panting, happy to see me
I am the person who is fond of the night air outside
on a hot summer night,
The crisp air cooling my skin
as I sigh in satisfaction of temporary relief of the heat inside,
Air breathing through my loose pajamas,
Looking up at the clear night sky and seeing the stars,
And the luminous moon,
Looking at them with wonder thinking about how small I am,
How small my thoughts are compared to everything
