pleasures

Rain’s remnants puddle in the yard, last night’s happy surprise. Left hand travels across smooth paper of this journal, gift from dear friend. Dark ink flows, blossoming each letter’s arc and reach onto the patient page. Taste of coffee, toasty rich on the tongue. Swishing dishwasher sounds from my kitchen soothe from twenty feet away. Toes wiggle on hassock, softened by well-worn pillow. Memory of popcorn’s fragrance, its tasty crunch last night. Perhaps I’ll reach for this tempting coffee, toplit by warm lamp-glow. Sips satisfy then cup returns to metal table, creating still-life tableau with stone and lamp. Stone found on a hike years’ ago, it’s curve a joy to behold. My right hand caressing stable arm of plump favorite chair. I’m eased into pleasure quiescent, caressed by spacious silence, amply held by my easy chair.